Saturday, November 20, 2010

emit to relieve encumerance

Pompous. As you so hate, so you are.

To look down on my passion, ignore my epiphany, chortle supremely at my fascination...

Your mind will fester in bordem,

For you are satiated by few senses.

Rot. For your spirit slumbers.

Perchance, you will open your mind's eye in another present and find yourself quite engaged.

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