Avec l'Intention, je Crée.

Sur le moment de rencontrer le fabricant d'une, je ne prierai jamais pour vous, mais je vous surveillerai comme un esprit d'hommage.


Succumb to madness, for it's all you'll ever be.

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~ Sunday, January 31 ~
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Oh, the thoughts in my mind.

Bleeding, pulsing, coarsing fast though meloncholy as the ticking of the cogs and gears timelessly turn towards tommorrow. Oh how hollow howls of shifting planes squander the precious yet over looked silence within the depths of my solicite mind while simultaniously demonstrating the very principles of gravity. To understand is a privelege from one sentient being to another, although the tension between positive and negative provokes a subsequent ego traveling down a hidden subconcious path. A religious santuary, bound and gagged for the sake of protection, now free to wander as a chaos insurpassable. Upon the moment of meeting ones maker, I will never pray for you, but I will watch over you as a spirit of homage.