empires (sur)prise me
I like to think the more I talk, the more you'll like me. The more you like me, the more I'll talk, and my frequency of speech will continue to increase exponentially until the syllables flow in rivers of sound no longer confined to the boundaries of defined words. Your adoration will be continually amplified until it reaches a crescendo of Shostakovitchian proportions, only cutting off when your adorative madness causes you to drown yourself in my voice. As you slowly sink to the bottom of my monologue your body will become one with the waves, and we will be of one existence in sound - a Tool video gone sonic, a merging of beings.
Your bones will become the sand, and my words will become the Nile. We'll grow a hundred thousand times over. Cleomenes will fill your innards with books and replace my eyes with guiding lights, and one day we will drink tea and reminisce on ships and philosophers.
I know we will always be second to Rome, but that's alright because Romans are silly sadists who drink from lead goblets, and we are so much cooler than them.
Your bones will become the sand, and my words will become the Nile. We'll grow a hundred thousand times over. Cleomenes will fill your innards with books and replace my eyes with guiding lights, and one day we will drink tea and reminisce on ships and philosophers.
I know we will always be second to Rome, but that's alright because Romans are silly sadists who drink from lead goblets, and we are so much cooler than them.