Why can’t people just be normal and refer to it as The Brain Cancer fic like we always did?

Hoping This Cold Blue Water Scrubs Me Clean and Spits Me Out Again

It was deleted some time ago. That’s a pdf download.

How doth avail scissors o' sheer brilliance, thy cut out bright paper people, all hands holdeth together.

Burning inside these tepid amounts illusory, all hallowed moments, each tied juxtaposed, akin daisy chains & how the wearer o' said gold & sapphire & Her o' phosphorescent serene majesty.

For She whispers o' gemstone bolt cutters & o' our fathomless descent idiosyncratic Surrealism.

'Tis o' this ancient Siren unto civilizations, all once doth impetus vehemence thy ships aground, lost upon double chocolate brownie rocks.

For the very same Her, hath with elegant motion elicits far away, down thy kaleidoscopic fire exits, down scalpel sharp grids, thy right angles, a drafts' person's yet typeset, soon in voguish bright catalogues, a sheer multidisciplinary pornography.

Was it only thy ghosts chambré, their radiance neon amidst passing medusae, a free-swimming sexual coelenterate?

Cosmic jellyfish, umbrella-shaped body magnetic forces play within these far nebula's & stars avoidance o' stinging neon cerise tentacles.

So it is, clad in black leather, bewitched thy spell doth glow from dashboards. Complex minds submerged a myriad o' legions doth await rocket fuel ignition.

Metaphorical doth parade lies, cut to flesh, old scars upon our embellished arms enwrapped this ethereality.

Thy Outer Space SpaceX, a Tupperware shuttle ride o' a stick o' celery, two ripe plumb tomatoes, a suggestive machination.

15:17 count down doth begin, the brightest figment o' imagination layeth a waste atop thy concrete theme car parks, a launch pad to the Milky Way, scheduled thus to kick up subterraneously mephitic dust spreading afore.

Oh! She with leather flying helmet, D+driver omnipotent, holdeth thy over folded “The Hamptons A-Z” & The Guardian journey o' travel mint imperials.

Finally… 'Tis clipboard in hand doth sound multistage checks, ticks boxes. This vessel clad brilliance, a metallic aurora & full tank o' (API SP) gas.

"In the fogged-up glass, two blue braids — I remember that for sure.

God, snap out of it."

"Funhouse" – mzlff

Hallo

What o' thy titanium moon doth flit upon fevered collarbones, fox screams cut through velvet commencement o' witching hour?

Pray all doth whisper swift away down alleyways o' stained foil martyrs, damp cobbles doth await & wait most cloying air.

Scent wilted flowers, surreal; thus out o' leaf suburb treacherous discourse.

All consume o' nocturnal air, doth walk cash fold gold leaf banded, inevitability offset amongst jasmine covered urns & conduits.

A tiptoe ballet o' thy damned, 'tis low behold witnessed oculus. Holographic eyes upon first rays o' twilight.

Lest thy talk o' snake-bitten souls, doth ensconced betwixt overgrown corpse o' London, whereas neon calls o' joyous thy masses excited lament.

O' hail spearhead eyes, money beckons a Casino Stoic, doth turn encompassing thy baize, each set heavy & all pictorial cards held tight o' decaying breast.

Hands down & thrown Mephistophelian unto a subterranean pot, offered up polished bones carved & dubious transactions.

Oh! Wondrous friends, I doth witness thy present, but not as you, I discern opaque clouds casting myriad o' fixated all bloody money doth dare caress.

I stipulate, royal flush, all echoes from worn tables long gone, hallucinatory from avenues o' lovers, King, Jack, Queen all thy knelt alter o' blood & each a maddening fate.

Hey! Gentle bar girl, be thou kind o' disposition, folded snow-white cloth upon thy arm. Please provide swift thus a double, make it Ballantine's.

10 Y. O. American Barrel upon a crystalline glass & straight.

Doth runneth smooth rich spice, maple syrup coffee tones 50vol.

Thy first doth stimulate, heavy slick upon thy tongue, true fireflies o' warmth & calm. Hey bar girl, be so kind, another.

Finally…. 'Tis all played out, thy Casino Director's cut, razor wire whim splendiferous & whence thou reflections poised neath crystal diamond chandeliers.