The Gold In The Fog. Almost Everything It Was Meant To Be.

Their vision pUlSaTeD of its own accord, words were their roundabout weapon of crass deconstructions; in an aforementioned roundabout way

They have invited us all to the party, to announce yourselves GLADLY(.) It’s dutiful and it is distantly digesting.. this thing, with its own sense of bewilderment within —

And their fast and ferocious task had yet again set itself: at predicting to predispose everything else. And it will, OH but it just MUST—-

Place its guns down now, please. “She’s been whispering and wishing For Him To Finally Make Sense Of Himself.”
As. Has He: But, Holy Shit what has happened is beyond interrogation AND interpretation

Still trying and still vying: for his mInd To FinAlly Find

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