My vessel, a harbinger of disquietude and malcontent, enos of dolour seeping beneath sinew, besmirching the cardiovascular system, veins, venules, capillaries, arterioles, and arteries are befouled—the viscous profane anchors itself to visceral cleaving to the marrow. Besmirched be the flesh, sullied by tenebrous Sisyphean animosity, such finite vitality and mortality pulsating kindred to ichor, a divine tragic motif transuding sweven—animosity is rather indifferent to the notion of sanctuary, not even phantasmagoric malingering is unfettered from its secernment.