watch this heat hiss whisper. an eyelash burns and smokes and sputters around in puddles of parafin like a rescue fliar shot up in to the clouds. heart rate aspires to pulse like the heat pumps the air. the saliva mixed with perspiration makes you listen to the bleed flow throb in your ear drums. hyperion hands out heat strokes like they are going out of style.
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