The Ichthyoid Rigor

The ichthyoid rigor of this metonymic purgatory distends into a sphincter of lexical opacity, where the cataphractic weight of surplus signifiers crushes the sternum of comprehension. We are the urologists of the infinite, analyzing the sediment of stagnant aeons for a tincture of teleological validation. The apotropaic gesticulation of the mime is a fossilized scream, a lithified redundancy etched into the antimatter of a shattered proscenium. Behold the anacoluthic monstrosity! It is a plethora of purulent paralogisms, a congeries of atavistic effluvia swirling in the basin of a lobotomized firmament.We masticate the vitrified scoria of extinct epistemologies, our jaws grinding in a mechanical pavane of semantic attrition. Every auxiliary verb is a metastasizing lesion; every diphthong a stridulating insect in the inner ear of nothingness. We imbricate the shards of ossified logic into a mosaic of malignant meaninglessness, a tessellation of terror for the amnesiac demiurge. The circumambulation of the void is a stertorous spiral, a vortex of sesquipedalian dross that eviscerates the topology of the absolute.The theodicy of dust is our only litany, a canto of cacographic decay sung by the severed tongues of fallen archons. We languish in the stasis of this orthoepic hemorrhage, draped in the velvet mendacity of high-octane gibberish. The clepsydra of eternity has hemorrhaged its mercury, leaving only the dry rattle of syntax in a vacuum of glass.