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Submission of the monster.

Ghastly-Spirit-of-Death

out of Context;
‘We must embrace what inside gives us life, even that darkness, and we must do it before some other entity is there to assimilate these qualities into its own…Negative growth into mindsets of such a depraved and perverse abominated nature that the impact is felt before the ends are swiftly met…There is no together in a selfish mind state…Only the differences of self that do not stand for selflessness, or doing things beyond recognition for the ego…’




Salvation’s salivations.

out of Context;
‘The beasts flock to the shielding arms of the icon for guidance and shelter when all ideas seem fake and lacking fairness…Why give in to the jealousy staged by upending another’s belief system?…’

Cherubs-with-Dandelion




Silly amalgams of syllables…

out of Context;
‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’

Skeletons-in-Comania




sacred are the scared.

The sixth sense, as our brainwashing goes and would have us know, provokes innately opposite than giving over your spiritual mass to an entity of united belief, and has one trust themselves and their own reactions and actions.




a slit wrist for good luck.

Departure-of-the-Soul

out of Context;
‘the subjective truth lies buried now six feet under where the worms writhe in silent earth. what do you care, however, for this predicament that you have lead yourself towards?…’




Salutations to hell

Cannon-and-Scavengers

out of Context;
‘We take our vows for granted when we can’t see a god in the sky. Not because we want to see, but that we wish we could see, all of it…’




Time dilation and $atan’s fist

out of Context;
‘So such trash in the streets makes us who we are, more than merely animals, but less than the ideal domesticator…’




State of Decay…

It is while in this state of decay, that I find an effervescence in a morbid fascination to stare down at that reflection that lies just on the other side, but that lives to reflect at us from the people that we know and love…