Look he writes.
If wishes were bullets I could win three wars from the ammo in my head.
My dellutions are not seperate. They have become me.
I became them?
And i step on my own shoes, it is my fate.
Something else is there I can feel it.
Intrinsic in design I can taste it.
It slides off my finger-tips like some absurd quest for the end of infinity.
A taunt.
A tease and new way to hide.
There. In that shadow. And then nothing.
But it is there.
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tempest:
lol.. if you like his name you should check out his website. There's a link in my journal.. 
madi:
I drew it, I suppose it was loosley based off of some design I saw. ? I don't know.