how to reach the VvvvvvvortexxxxxxX - Part I

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sulfur pulses and throbbing zippers seed me rough-plated and constantly fall
seed me like gasp=grasp, this soap seems the painfull intended pole
but one day i will creep up to the Fogfull Nest
i will hit this iron-glass-matter instant tasty encompassing livid ball