FRESH AIR UPON MY SKIN IS LIKE THE FLENSING DAGGERS OF A THOUSAND THOUSAND MENIAL URCHINS GOING AT A SACK OF POTATOES.

FWP said:

FRESH AIR UPON MY SKIN IS LIKE THE FLENSING DAGGERS OF A THOUSAND THOUSAND MENIAL URCHINS GOING AT A SACK OF POTATOES.

“My existence is fraught with falls and pointless angst in the midst of this disgusting reality. The light burns! For I have never been worthy to walk in its grace- [BIRD NOISE].”