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Cruelest thoughts overwhelm beyond the patrol beyond the drowning sunlight firelight creeping up my back, grab your camera and attack a moment that doesn't hear the glowing blue I should have kept in a faerie jar ajar is my mind, hinges broken, hinges built 100 years ago, the repairman's dead like the postcard I still cherish oh it has arrived uninvited again, this pain this favorite feeling flowers when the spoken dagger lathered in poisonous affection takes the habitual plunge into pulsing core, and oh she cannot feel the swirling madness fought no, that is the worst of it all, she knows not of this chest clutched, scream schooner, a whirlwind through every room each white convulsing red cherries in time after Euphrates dries and Hyde's head screws back on. I am fine. Everything smiles. Oozing cryptically, cryptic cryptic don't let them know that beyond a year ago, Into slow void, I challenge Time, I challenge the non-existent; I challenge myself, and discover... Don't go back to the fireless rooms? The fireless rooms were never places. The fireless rooms were never avoidable. Forlorn freedoms flung farthest feasting from fear-falling feint faithfully; fictitiously. In a lone, innocent desire, the perfect jazz song is playing it is her favorite song her unavoidable song on every playlist as a hallow briar floats by, knows why and where and who I truly am, knows the buried youth, and the noxious adult of hap. I am swinging again. He is swinging again. That youth, that whippersnapper. That fool. Going too fast. Too fast for his Truth to catch up. Agony! Laugh at me! Dig those heals in, heels into the ground, digging into that old world of a hosted carnival that kept the best parts of our personalities. Kept the parts everyone loved the most at the top of that ferris wheel, ecstasy eyes embracing the stars that would later become supernovas inside black fire death-in-life, a death of slow pain would be lovely masochist! if only I could hold death as a moment, death it and then command death sic death upon evil and witness true happiness for the entire world. Death... and slow will be... my descent once again... Inebriation. To Sleep. To Machination. Avoid the void... A love for the forbidden fruit.

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Into Slow Void, I Challenge Time

Cruelest thoughts overwhelm beyond the patrol beyond the drowning sunlight firelight creeping up my back, grab your camera and attack a moment that doesn't hear the glowing blue I should have kept in a faerie jar ajar is my mind, hinges broken, hinges built 100 years ago, the repairman's dead like the postcard I still cherish oh it has arrived uninvited again, this pain this favorite feeling flowers when the spoken dagger lathered in poisonous affection takes the habitual plunge into pulsing core, and oh she cannot feel the swirling madness fought no, that is the worst of it all, she knows not of this chest clutched, scream schooner, a whirlwind through every room each white convulsing red cherries in time after Euphrates dries and Hyde's head screws back on. I am fine. Everything smiles. Oozing cryptically, cryptic cryptic don't let them know that beyond a year ago, Into slow void, I challenge Time, I challenge the non-existent; I challenge myself, and discover... Don't go back to the fireless rooms? The fireless rooms were never places. The fireless rooms were never avoidable. Forlorn freedoms flung farthest feasting from fear-falling feint faithfully; fictitiously. In a lone, innocent desire, the perfect jazz song is playing it is her favorite song her unavoidable song on every playlist as a hallow briar floats by, knows why and where and who I truly am, knows the buried youth, and the noxious adult of hap. I am swinging again. He is swinging again. That youth, that whippersnapper. That fool. Going too fast. Too fast for his Truth to catch up. Agony! Laugh at me! Dig those heals in, heels into the ground, digging into that old world of a hosted carnival that kept the best parts of our personalities. Kept the parts everyone loved the most at the top of that ferris wheel, ecstasy eyes embracing the stars that would later become supernovas inside black fire death-in-life, a death of slow pain would be lovely masochist! if only I could hold death as a moment, death it and then command death sic death upon evil and witness true happiness for the entire world. Death... and slow will be... my descent once again... Inebriation. To Sleep. To Machination. Avoid the void... A love for the forbidden fruit.