of a great big infernally furious blazing raging barbarian bonfire.
that's real.
the size of my body is unequal to the furnaces that fuel it.
i'm powered by more light and heat than the shallow, sallow,
fallow cage i call my body could ever even hope to possibly contain.
no jokes.
keeping it under wraps and holding it together requires careful monitoring,
constant attention, and conscientious tending-to.
otherwise,
the true nature of the infinite spills out into eternity.
yeah, neighbors, that's a thing...
the bursting, beating, brutal beast-mode blood and lava
of warrior poetry and ragnarok-ing romanticism;
tandem tag-team threads of expanding, unfolding,
ever-increasing energy,
racing towards a finish line that never gets any closer.
y'know?
what i mean is-
there's a lot going on,
and i've got a heart that was made to handle it all,
.....and then some.
but what it needs, what i need,
hell,
what we all F*ing need ,
is somebody worth a sh!t to keep an eye on it.
i can feel it pulsing around in the hollows.
i can feel it coursing, of course,
along the vascular racetracks and backroads of my veins.
the pressure is constantly building,
without an available outlet for it to ease up.
it's ALL really happening, no doubt about it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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