All is left in the shivering kingdom

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Module Styles

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CSS Classes

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Page Source

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  --header-subtitle: "Department of Surrealistics";
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border-radius: 0px;
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max-width: 35rem;
margin: 0 auto 3rem
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Light-showers pound the pavement up and left the shivering kingdom, looking for suspicion. A cold mug dawns on you, simplex-simply a unitarian thirst-hunger. The starring roles over and curses the four folds of the paper moon. A somewhere-wolf howls. The prodigal sun hangs out there-and-here, by the neck until dead. All is left in the shivering kingdom.

Metallic spires un-yellow in the oxidizing air, and the jewels of the King's dome blister like the worms moving twelve glass half-feet below his skin. Tallowed halls face hailed hells of tangled hydrangea, doorkept by keep-doors and beat-men. The streets fester and senses fail harder. Architectural terrors abound, left to all in the shivering kingdom.

Toiled workers boil the towers of dra-conic sectionalists, jealous hands idly working over the devils and playthings. They are crushed by frost and fire alike, processions of strata unfolding the crown city. Endless screams of temporary nonexistence lap at the tracks of the lower caste off, praying the ring around the rosary. Stoned cobblers attend to the street-making, cast free from sin. The undercity of the uppercity bristles with like-life, all for just the pittances of a prized winning-horse, and the left in the shivering kingdom.

"An injection site pumps its wings anew, the lords and reagents of the starveling decree!" decree the starveling's reagents and lords. "Behead their warnings and beheed their necks."  The music starts to stop, and the dancing stops to start. Their hands arrhythmically bite the dog that feeds, and their feeds rheumatically bite the teeth that bleed. The enclosed and bastardized engorge and strangle the colorless green ideas in their furious cribs, sacred-ment sacred-fice for their nevermore idols. Their bollard balls pocket the pockets of concerned hall masquerades, petitioning small celebrations of an old crowning, the four-less winds conspiring reconstruction against the right-warded thaumalogs and traumagores. Uncommon sense and supercooled heads prevail —  ultraviolet bluebloods stick together like together-sticks, all-after — 

All is left in the shivering kingdom.
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