Progressing Obnoxiously

What begins as a glut ends as failure, a calamity neither one ever find to be true. A belief so strong that it shatters the very core of one's mind. A mess in a hole no one finds to be amusing. A many among the living, a frail between the gesture, a moment in an afterlife. Suppose it to be true, what could be better than forever trapped inside your limbo?

Streaming down the strip moebiusly defying reality, an experience untold by many. Right in the middle of lovecraftian horror, an extraterrestrial being arises. Culminating in a peak of monstrous bird, yet depicted as beautiful as a belle. A mockery of art one can't help to laugh about. Breaking the rule of gravity, sharp as the wind, it came. Isn't the thing that you desire to be looked exactly like this?

Cruel feast of the dead is easy, but magnifying the flimsy is not. Misbehaving the peculiarity of one's eyelid, shut it down as fast as a monroe. Love be damned, happiness be fucked, shit be bulled. Verifying the knowledge of the Godly being known as M. Mustering the courage to see beyond the banality, every bit of tears falling up. Such confusing demeanor in your conundrum, a paradoxical thought you like to entertain, or is it?

The questions, the questions, the questions, all the fucking questions.

Que the music.

I'm so sick of your humor.