the OMEGA
Already maddenningly redundant this topic might seem, i offer this rant to you, Ethos. Precious mortal that the Gods saved you.
my heart schreeches to a sudden halt, sandalwood scrapings have fallen to the ground in a vial of mid-drops. there's peace here, somewhere, in this world where the olfactory and ocular senses have withered from the vine and the different strangling motions have been obviated. it has been hard for me to keep my onerous temper at bay, to prevent the sudden unduly display of my obstinate persona. FERRANTO! A MADNESS OVERTAKES YOUR CARE!
i am prone to my mounting peaks of odium and holding on with my thighs, my ungrateful hindrance to the world overtakes everything else. it consumes me like a delicacy served on a blue moon.
i am esurient for eulogies, esculent and harvested for the lusty and prideful monster - dedicated to my person!
i talk of things whose enormity absorbs me, and as part of this new whole, i find peace in the presence, or lack thereof, of my meaning as an individual.
HEAR MY SOUL'S VOICE, LIKE A CIELLO SOUNDING CLEARLY IN THE NIGHT AIR. i could wish for no greater gift than UNDERSTANDING and enstrangement from all, everything that i could consider meaningful.
my heart schreeches to a sudden halt, sandalwood scrapings have fallen to the ground in a vial of mid-drops. there's peace here, somewhere, in this world where the olfactory and ocular senses have withered from the vine and the different strangling motions have been obviated. it has been hard for me to keep my onerous temper at bay, to prevent the sudden unduly display of my obstinate persona. FERRANTO! A MADNESS OVERTAKES YOUR CARE!
i am prone to my mounting peaks of odium and holding on with my thighs, my ungrateful hindrance to the world overtakes everything else. it consumes me like a delicacy served on a blue moon.
i am esurient for eulogies, esculent and harvested for the lusty and prideful monster - dedicated to my person!
i talk of things whose enormity absorbs me, and as part of this new whole, i find peace in the presence, or lack thereof, of my meaning as an individual.
HEAR MY SOUL'S VOICE, LIKE A CIELLO SOUNDING CLEARLY IN THE NIGHT AIR. i could wish for no greater gift than UNDERSTANDING and enstrangement from all, everything that i could consider meaningful.