Embarrasment. Melbourne's sudden change in weather. A random ranting.
The artist has been awaken. I no longer hide dormant. The erruption has happened and the draught had ceased. The siphoned streams and valleys now saturated flooding with plentiful purity. Images reflect off the oily membrane that is the water. It is astonishing for the clarity is so precise and so articulate. Darkness had siphoned all the clouds from the sky. Everything is hollow. Nothing is silent.
Hidden amongst the density of this world, he waits. Even inanimate objects have shadows. He transfigures through emptiness. There will never be one fixed shape.
I promised. I took an oath. I failed to keep it.
Maybe if my soul was still attached, I would be able to vindicate myself. Any keen observor could tell you that my chain of fate had been curtailed and now it lies saturated in solution that eats at it.
When will I be released from this confinement?
My pupils have adjusted themselves, they are beyond my control. The periphalness had been ripped from from their sockets. My body feels heavy. Lids slide across the bleached frozen salt, it bridges light and dark. For once I am able to Focus.
The human body under the microscope, behaves no differently than humanity itself. Drawn beneath the sheath, however, is something more shocking. Souls will never die, they cycle through the continium of nature. This is by law. For it has been written, and therefore must be obeyed.
An accident has happened. The soar of screaming sirens hurl throught he condensed summer air. I can smell the oxygen. It adsorbs to my blood and I am replenished. I am still weak. How can I become stronger?
Greyness. These are the shades caught in between. There's always a bridge that lies somewhere. Mankind can be so ignorant.
This is my badge, my tattoo. Pride never looked so liberated.
Fine.
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I admit to many things. When these things are finally forgotten, that's when you know you have moved on.
IPPY
The artist has been awaken. I no longer hide dormant. The erruption has happened and the draught had ceased. The siphoned streams and valleys now saturated flooding with plentiful purity. Images reflect off the oily membrane that is the water. It is astonishing for the clarity is so precise and so articulate. Darkness had siphoned all the clouds from the sky. Everything is hollow. Nothing is silent.
Hidden amongst the density of this world, he waits. Even inanimate objects have shadows. He transfigures through emptiness. There will never be one fixed shape.
I promised. I took an oath. I failed to keep it.
Maybe if my soul was still attached, I would be able to vindicate myself. Any keen observor could tell you that my chain of fate had been curtailed and now it lies saturated in solution that eats at it.
When will I be released from this confinement?
My pupils have adjusted themselves, they are beyond my control. The periphalness had been ripped from from their sockets. My body feels heavy. Lids slide across the bleached frozen salt, it bridges light and dark. For once I am able to Focus.
The human body under the microscope, behaves no differently than humanity itself. Drawn beneath the sheath, however, is something more shocking. Souls will never die, they cycle through the continium of nature. This is by law. For it has been written, and therefore must be obeyed.
An accident has happened. The soar of screaming sirens hurl throught he condensed summer air. I can smell the oxygen. It adsorbs to my blood and I am replenished. I am still weak. How can I become stronger?
Greyness. These are the shades caught in between. There's always a bridge that lies somewhere. Mankind can be so ignorant.
This is my badge, my tattoo. Pride never looked so liberated.
Fine.
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I admit to many things. When these things are finally forgotten, that's when you know you have moved on.
IPPY
