

I Am The Layman HierophantStep back for an objective view Of that which soils the snows of time. To see what Schopenhauer knew; our essence is the grim sublime.I Am The Layman Hierophant
Retinas flooded with such things That my-lai seems like love's rapture. The sound, that of gnawed angel wings Or ostracizing of the pure. So I bite off this tongue of mine In hopes that I may not speak ill. Children sip as blood flows like wine, While I make sure they drink their fill.
In the human race, it appears, A winner's not been seen in years.


Frank KnightTumultuous sparks fly inside the skull, complicating an end that seems so near. What will happen next, and who will decide? At wit's end lies an irrational fear that's been spoken to none, save for the tide.Frank Knight


Open GroundA bit of white and black, I don't know what it is, but it's on the attack. I'm having trouble findingOpen Ground
A difference in near and far Since the middle's so grey.
What I meant to say: Your color breaks rank every day. And I don't mind minding When things go a bit over par Since they're on the right track.


AcclimationA wanting lies inside of me; One that's not been seen before. So foreign yet, so natural; I craved it from the start. At her embrace, it's flow begins Pouring gasoline on flames. Consumed so willingly, I sit As her thoughts are composed.Acclimation
What did we do here? The mold lays shattered on the ground. What did we do, dear? We just acknowledged what we've found.
| I drink dictionaries in my sleep... |
hohohoho...
that was fast.
And no, it wasn't too sexual at all.
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"Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal;" - H.P. Lovecraft
You never know with some people, tho...
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"Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal;" - H.P. Lovecraft
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