Sapphire touch in a silk suede covered flesh construct beaming lightly at frantically disfigured designs of sapient light howling wretched carcass-like fumes ignited over a gaslit torch to never be gloomed at in breath stained glass caskets leaking over a meek pitiful visage of death
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy