CONGRUENT VALIDATION COMPELLED BY THE HISTORICALLY, INESCAPABLE NEMESIS, AS ANTS THAT LOSE THE SCENT TRAIL OF FORCED IDEATIONAL CONFORMITY, WANDER TO THEIR BEHEADING AND DISEMBOWELMENT, FLAYED AND SPREAD IN THE SUN....THAT THEIR PROGENY MIGHT CEASE IN ACCORDANCE TO THE RITUALS OF HIVE MENTALITY....

 



Asinarius.......enveloped....then opened by the pointed existentiality of increasingly countless transistors, unified by electrons attracted to the force fields of interference patterns, dumped charged ions into the interstituality of space, once presumed a void, unseen....Then, came the hoards... aboard ships of armored warriors, ravishing the planes of sentimental ideologies and the murmurations of elliptic curves in what was, before, but a rainbow in curved air, worshiped by humans in iron and leather helmets, immured by the cungruency of collusive validations .....

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