

Untitled but DecidedWhat a strange little party.Untitled but Decided
The after thought in hell.
Were the pythian mists slide beneath the skin and take hold of vessels tight and strong.
Myth and the march from the pit.
Classic wonders and Celestine principles.
I garner no truth other than what I own.
Materials of madness.
Take that which distracts me and torch it.
Burn these walls to the very ground.
And let then the ivy grown in long winding vines upon the relics.
Cover the shell.
Hide that which was from that which is.
Then the


Would Be RedeemerVirtue slipped in on a fat lady high note and all was silent in that gulf of folded glory which spread out as wings to a wayward follower.Would Be Redeemer
The terrible tremble to the case and cymbal chime as bells siphoned a siren off the cuff of protestation while missing the head by inches of thrust the game comes to an all stop.
The drum sounded louder within them than it ever was outside of all the dead.
A crease in the cease but persist. A line to pull from. Tear/rift/tic...and a tock.
Making joy out of habit. Dressing happiness into skin sans white rabbit.
And the wake recedes for a momen


The SmithThe Smith in his scholars cloak walked by the library door and caught sight of Dandelion crouching down over a pile of books familiar. She hummed to herself as she tried to remember.The Smith
All in this and none in that. She spat out words with the drop of a hat. Opening covers with fist fulls of page she tore out the letters as if in a rage. But blatant it was that her manner was calm and as The Smith entered room she held out her palm. On the inside of insight it all came in flashes. And sometimes it comes across skin in lines gashes. He examined the girl with a careful pivoted point to leave a
been living what i write
I hope to reverse that - or combine them?
whichever ^shrug
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Do not be angry. Do not worry, Be grateful, Work with integrity, Be kind to others.
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