clotho[ clouds ]food 2 merely scripts. storms possess storms. time to capture masochists. into mine. martyr's island [battle/love/death] we need for yOu to be the beginning - as it turns away from the rulers. attempting negations. on sons. lit silences. dismembering Lightening. burst vein sunk slows objects fantashized into joy museums which hold like nice little caves of satisfaction down below.
& so we never leave.
the eden we create in the holography of our desire.
we never leave.
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