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when cold gets hot.

the beasts promise a certain amount of reluctant pacing to please one another. dogs thrown to the fires of appeasement and abasement that comes with sacrificial artifice. spending evenings in pursuit of nothingness to succumb to master’s grace, but what it really can be is razed from the psyche with a grip more blistered than the tainted love of gods and monsters. Here the graphic defacing of empty idols takes the shape of melancholy mistreatment. all thoughts become as a blank spell cast aside with these visual representations of bliss deep within the artifice. like a slug crawling across the clock’s face, leaving its trail to be discovered by hand, and wiped away in disgust. so we are the caretakers of a world that distrusts us, and by all accounts the methods we use are abusive in the extreme. making all denizens conform to the rule as presented by the rest of the authority to make others do as they say. there is no reason for you to make me wish harm upon you, but my harming you will happen anyway, in as much as you choose to neglect your actual responsibility to yourself. the protrusions of a darker face will always make us kiss the knuckles to be forgiven. praise be to those that can just move on from the disgrace of being real. not a necessary force or implication of doomed appeal, we are merely Here for the interests that we may choose to take upon ourselves, and few will ever choose to see past the brick wall of their own emotional development. myself included at the most detrimental times of season it seems. this does not mean that we cannot learn from the bestial creatures that we are, but it takes time that too few are willing to commit to…

Thanks, khet.