part #15 the echoing noise of sub-contractors

and now I know that I am the most romantic haunted and empty man and now you know it too and now too we see the protective veil that enshrouds this delicate entanglement. no don’t touch, it awaits its unveiling at the ministers' reception and there the entwined elements shall be laid bare to await investigation by frosty tactitioners and elaborately staged actors. his irascibility the echoing void that struck most forcefully within the tired outfits that, thus assembled, were nevertheless recoiled in horror due to the lack of any refinement that could be considered in any way appropriate to the occasion and whereby each that were present presented not only raucous applause but also derision hitherto withheld due to the sheer bleeding alacrity, of its bruised and pulpy visceral putrefaction billowing so elegantly, with a resounding slunch, across all of the essential gathered figures, eliminating their very vital attributes until they at least could also see the human frailty, the broken death that awaits even the most daring of fools and the floodlit path that drags each and every toad to its slimy aftermath.