I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake, pre-present me.
Subdued and repressed. A son of the vortex in faceless progress, coaxing, tugging, grinding. So elevated so God.. Refit this vessel of confusion to bring the eloquence of the mute..