Dearest Untouchable,
It is in the softest herculian mandate that silvers to echo in the ribs of my forbears the candidacy of the shrill sickness and the afterglow that advances in six clicks and molests my still framed mind in an indescent and precurser filagree of monumental stature. I am impaled in the doctrination of civilty. The horns of Parnasus have ruptured all hints of lunacy, and, all the while this empty void trumpets oblique, as softer tokens dismantle the casual associations reminescent of contagion. You ask yourself is this really the vertigo I was seeking? Does one not saunter and swoon under the veltet cloth of a gentle and patient morbidity? The mosaic's of the muse are not yours to capture. How are you to venture unto the draconian furnace of hades les infant and deny the entrance of the womb? Verily the precipitous invites the clavichord of the sane. Ad infinatum.
~S~
It is in the softest herculian mandate that silvers to echo in the ribs of my forbears the candidacy of the shrill sickness and the afterglow that advances in six clicks and molests my still framed mind in an indescent and precurser filagree of monumental stature. I am impaled in the doctrination of civilty. The horns of Parnasus have ruptured all hints of lunacy, and, all the while this empty void trumpets oblique, as softer tokens dismantle the casual associations reminescent of contagion. You ask yourself is this really the vertigo I was seeking? Does one not saunter and swoon under the veltet cloth of a gentle and patient morbidity? The mosaic's of the muse are not yours to capture. How are you to venture unto the draconian furnace of hades les infant and deny the entrance of the womb? Verily the precipitous invites the clavichord of the sane. Ad infinatum.
~S~