How Ghastly Aglow, The Ravenous, The Piteous

WITHIN EACH CREVICE BETWEEN THE IVORY HOOKS and knobs which connect the bones, there exists space by which, if we carefully investigate, may actually serve to teach us something we may never have had the courage or knowledge to have learned before. How important it is to look in the most in-obvious of places, of those which had at some point appeared to already have been occupied. These illusions pay homage to all that we are actually already capable of- They awaken us. With one arm already disembarking, like a sail-ship from its foamy, salted shore: half-torn, half-life, ripping at the skin organ and unraveling at the seams, and then in an idle, illuminated moment of revelation, we are reminded of the abundance of our often disregarded fortunes. The left arm persists, pushing violently against all odds, truculent in the heat of passion, fighting for all that still remains, and then pushing, and pushing harder, such as the inherent and racy thrusting in the very fierce heat of the Passion, glistening silver spiderwebs brilliant in existence, and then, raw skin upon wet skin, and wet skin upon raw.