as an ordinary human, i find my simplicity as a alto-relievo. i maybe an anathema, at it` the animadversion that matters. yes. it is. blather, i say. you won`t even notice that i look so cadaverous.
i am voluptious towards this being. and i have this avarice feeling in myself, evolving, so murderous, yet so beautiful to settle.
begorra, i moan. you make zeitgeist to another fantasy, so whimsical yet so void. he maybe the root of my happiness, zealot. he looks like a whipster, but notice that his looks has an ambiguity meaning?
a huis clos, i watch him. he express no alack. but no amity ever surfaced, which brokened me from within.
vivat, god! vivat, lord! vivat, to all!
i will somehow decimate the lack of warmth in me, duress, i tell you. i want to emancipate from this fag, which some refers to as 'waiting'.
you are my resplendent soul.
and i love you for it.
all the derision shall be lacked.
as for that, so long, my precious.
the awesomely fucking end.
; jakee.
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