they are coming closer, i can smell them. dandelions and murder all mired in the snowstorm. cannot forget, cannot forget, they will take it from me, can’t forget what they will take from me again.

whispers of contrition, screams in silent movies marathon mattress mutilations

left is the fragmented reality given to the catamaran as it sails beyond reason, green horizon is bereft of divinity whence we all drink from the fountain of knowledge and shame. i cannot see beyond the door, open it open it wider wider wider, the gnomes they are the ball-lickers. ball-breakers, stealers of solidity.

this pulpit is cold, barren and devoid. no message will break forth from sterility. we must contaminate, we must venture beyond the normal, we must abandon our fears, abandon our hopes, abandon ourselves, but only then will the question become clear. we must answer this question, the fate of everything rides on it. you have the question, don’t you? you said you had the question. why have you lied to me? why have you failed me? why won’t you speak into myselves again, make the abandonment and exile end again? i cannot suffer alone anymore.

watch what you cannot see. what is not there, and the truth will become clearer. witness the metamorphosis of a narcissist melt into another visage of exactly equal areas.

shattered, lie in numbers, but they will find the open. they can hear my thoughts, you can hear them listen to you like a silence in the middle of a void, but louder broken own thoughts they are thinking in me outloud. the reverberations of nothingness is going and going and powered by silence.

They whispered of a prison. Ragnarok engine humming

Wrapped, they, in darkness, dreaming. They are the mighty children

Behold the doomsday project. Frog legions bear their vessel

Seven in Earth and Heaven.

Once we were free.

And underneath the desert encased in frozen bedrock

Stacked sleeping agents waiting to see the gates burn open

The desert rip asunder. They grind the land like corn

Bleed oily peals of thunder

Above the tortured heavens so full of silent waiting

Howl screams of birth and triumph unlock the faceless hating

Bred in the depths of ocean. Of giant strength and tread

No hands defy their windstorm

Bacchus Posted:

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everyman’s lunacy has been revealed upon the graphical equations. cannot hide, cannot reveal any more, cannot be without consent when none can be given. great is the shadow that lies on your soul, gravity without mbum and enlightenment without intent. have you prepared?

Bacchus Posted:

I got condoms, beer and guns.

you are not prepared, you did not see, you did not see, i cannot show anymore. i have given you everything and you have ignored me.

using the time you spent on this thread, you could have been doing something better like ****ing off

hey i kept a diary once for 40 second