Ah life, life.
No longer a fish, but a warm blood creature of blood, sweat, dirt and semen. I live, I rise, my Icurrian flight over, my wings of wax at the bottom of the Willamette, the shades of hades dispeled, Charon bribed. My ears ring, "Rise Lazurus!" the blood returns to these cold, decayed limbs. Not the old Icurus am I, no more do I desire to soar at elevations above the human sphere, the stratosphere is not of men, it is cold, empty, devoid of life, a lunar landscape lacking even the dusty terra firma of moon rock. "One small step for man" falacy! The winter evelops me in her icy womb, I absorb warmth, wine and absynthe by way of the umbilical cord, the winter of our discontent will soon be spring, the first spring, the true melting of men's hearts.
No longer a fish, but a warm blood creature of blood, sweat, dirt and semen. I live, I rise, my Icurrian flight over, my wings of wax at the bottom of the Willamette, the shades of hades dispeled, Charon bribed. My ears ring, "Rise Lazurus!" the blood returns to these cold, decayed limbs. Not the old Icurus am I, no more do I desire to soar at elevations above the human sphere, the stratosphere is not of men, it is cold, empty, devoid of life, a lunar landscape lacking even the dusty terra firma of moon rock. "One small step for man" falacy! The winter evelops me in her icy womb, I absorb warmth, wine and absynthe by way of the umbilical cord, the winter of our discontent will soon be spring, the first spring, the true melting of men's hearts.
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live