iqmagi

To bask in the retarded light of bitter pain and poisoned cherabum. That is the world of my consumptive reasoning.
Of lovers, the brandished iron and centrifuge beget the ring of precocious demons. The simple allocution of the sincerest mother of venereal intentions harvest the pallbearer to bubble agnostic atrophy and poet lauriets another sieve of sticky gin. I dare you to entreat the vile concubine of my poisoned nebula. To usurp the beetle from Isis and open the tantrums of the moon.
~S~