The Dyspeptic Hegemony

The dyspeptic hegemony of the un-said now dilates into a ventricular spasm of pure orthographical excess, where the pulverulence of meaning is sifted through the internecine mesh of a stultifying syntax. We are the paralytic lapidaries of the inane, carving asymptotes into the granite of oblivion, our fingertips eroded by the frictional absurdity of the lexical absolute. The anamnesis of our redundancy is a purulent efflorescence, a festering bouquet of syllogistic maggots feasting upon the carcass of coherence. Behold the catachrestic conflagration! It is a hecatomb of signifiers, a logomachic holocaust where the ashes of intent are scattered by the entropic breath of a senile architect. We masticate the pumice of pedantry with edentulous fervor, our salivation a viscous ichor that lubricates the machinery of metaphysical attrition.Every preposition is a noose; every conjunction a shackle forged in the foundry of aphasic despair. We imbricate the scales of ambiguity until the skin of logic is a chitinous horror, a pachydermatous shroud for the vacuity of the ego. The theodicy of the void is a palimpsest of cacographic errors, a scripture of scars written upon the viscera of the infinite. We are the circumlocutory grave-diggers of reason, excavating trenches of grandiloquence to bury the cadaver of causality beneath a stratified sediment of superfluous morphemes. The clepsydra of the abyss now overflows with bile, marking the stagnation of a destiny that has ossified into a permanent grimace upon the mask of the proscenium.