An untold multitude mark their loyalty by Service, slaves to yellow vans and unholy Sabbaths. Their toil's reward is the whisper of "Master" from tired mouths.
An unseen minority hack passion into Lumber, connecting-the-dots for their dark-room coffee-tables.
Lamenting the times spent as collective beasts.
Fetal galleries display life in weeks. Eyes and ears and mouth and nose. The jug of knife-wielding drunks is candle-lit and labeled "VERNAL".
Roads of action. Whirls of inaction.
Insignificant coincidences talk-back through dashes.
The large-intestine length. The snare to middle-condenser distance.
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