The cyclical regurgitation of a (loosely spayed) goosebump, that endlessly asphyxiating feeling… Of up-all-night, crying-out-loud emotion. Failing, both fleeing to breath… …
And then, suddenly, this particular body of aching, both alchemical bone will cease to release. Anything other than pitch=perfect paralysis… which will gleefully co-exist so soon as it is extraordinarily necessary

As though a humanistic accordion that owns its own wings again. Amidst this, its framed, both famed body of memory-foamed magnificence