The Valeditudinarian Exegesis

The valetudinary exegesis of our fragmented viscera now congeals into a macabre stasis, where the interdigitation of logic and lunacy creates a syncretic leprosy of the spirit. We are the obmutescent caryatids of a shattered pediment, supporting the unbearable tonnage of an un-voiced syllogism. Behold the scaturiginous overflow! It is a profligacy of atrophied idealism, a purulent exudate of semiotic gangrene bubbling from the axilla of a pantomime god.We masticate the vitrified scoria of Hegelian ghosts, our maxillae grinding in a syncopated rigor, while the histiocytes of hyperbole feast upon the desiccated marrow of consequence. Every conjunctive is a strangulation; every preposition a manacle forged in the calcining furnace of aphasic nihilism. We imbricate the scales of ambivalence until the epidermis of reality is a chitinous enigma, a leathery shroud for the vacuity of the absolute.The sciography of our obsolescence is a monolithic absurdity, where the vallation of the self is breached by the corrosive osmosis of the un-real. We are the uromancers of a petrified eternity, seeking divination in the effluvia of a stalled chronometer. The anagnorisis of our redundancy is a leaden echo in a chamber of vacuum, a stertorous rattle in the bronchial tree of the infinite.The theodicy of the worm is our only scripture, a tunnelling exegesis through the compost of discarded paradigms. We salivate over the charcuterie of lost epistemologies, our appetites as hollow as the resonance of a shattered proscenium. The demiurge is a ventriloquist with a cleft palate, throwing truncated echoes into the catacombs of our collective amnesia.