how to reach the VvvvvvvortexxxxxxX - Part II

and there was nothing softer than the hand of Strog
decimating, alleviating this fragment of wrench about ingot and log.
jagged and jaded, falling as an abject object into to quartz of bird cherry bloody fog.
lilac ignition of velvet darkness, no sparkness, no harness, tender pain was your heartness you see it's over, your stab it's over
oh now, snake scale transformed into clover.
perfection of hermetic clover.
ethereal rig of the silver clover.
you check it's over.
you're an tip, an impulsive impudent, you're blackness, you're bower.
latches and patches, a pluck of the moon, green reptiles in skulls of caucasion goats, one curling sawer.
you blow it's over, you huddle in jem puddle
a pot of dust, catacombs of hust.
pasta of rust.
you're tower, you must
distorted contrast
flocked and vast.
under the soaking vault you stay in jewels and zigzags, so cavy wavy ravy and last.
quiet wings are casting in a scolecoid rig
this crawling shocking mint twinkling was your lime stone twig.
so manglingly marmoreal memorial, like cut diamond, rosy and sick.
deep dip and seeped sipping was clipped and bleak.
and melon is radar, pear is peak.