His tragic symphony plays its sadistic melody in my mind consistently. The arousing masochism that lingers in this clouded air knocks on my door with a riveting rivet that drives me insane incredibly. Sanity therefore departs my mind as its "in" brother fights for a reason to exist in this season of deplorable beauty. The symphony has now left me in a tiresome state of nudity, where everything shines with unbearable cruelty and a hint of raging novelty, dies.