He said that he's finished. He is going to cease and I don't give a fuck. I feel relief. Not because there was ever an illusion of a burden, but instead the fact that the letters that make up his name will never have reason to be presented to me ever again. I however hold no form of hate, that luxury is held only for the people who watch me. Why would you laugh at it? Why wouldn't you check your own loose strings before you disconnect another's? At least all that is sentient and understanding of the vital nature of uselessness. A brain mutilated and preset by their very own "ignorant highnesses occupied at the watchtower" will disperse into the gene pool of their very own origin. Those that have found the oasis in their desert still find a chain deeply obscured in the sand, and find themselves drawn to it.
Colder than the chain is the opening of space found between man-made structure. Do they actually know? Is their structure of problem actually concerning or does it evoke enjoyment? How is gravitational pull possible from a hollow offshoot of honesty? It's directed only to hold themselves from breaking the translucent presence which masks their escape. What keeps one from being tainted is exposure to natural occurrence without interruption. When there is understanding without action, it may seem to be in sight that the same lens that rays of punishment shine through, but it dies. Our defined attraction is a figment, and besides true scientific pull, there is no relation. There is nothing that is truly separate from being defined as inanimate. There are no binds or formations that are preset to exist, only existence. Why do I strongly yearn for his crimson to rush through my passageways? A heated conjoining into one being, a wish truthfully imperialist in nature. Well-being of the other is present, though the reasoning escapes explanation. However, wish for unrelated joy is undoubtedly a hedonistic pursuit. An object lacking a blueprint meshes together with an object that does. Even though it's mass will consequently be greater than its addition, it is still lacking the blueprint required for completion. When detached, death is defaced and replaced with the lamb. This starts the process of drowning.
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