.entity.of.the.soul. -- adjoin with the forces

�|.hidden.saga.|�

-.And yet the time comes when one does not have knowledge of his own presence, his own soul. every single demeanor, aspect, thought is erased completely, in a disturbed dwelling somewhere betwixt the most narrow creases in the mind. the tranquil steps to pure elation crumble benath his own utopia, irrepressible hopelessness and trepidation continuing the climb for him. horrid nightmares replace the amorous dreams, daunting despair surmounts his flawless ambition. his own essence is vanquished by an unknown phobia. tomorrow's wrath, you say? in his now distorted condition, yesterday takes place of tomorrow, and today is left in seclusion.
And, yet again, the reader of these words may be screaming in frustration, deeming them incoherent. though the one beside him may stand in silence, unable to respond to his clear understanding of these notions.-

�|.unleashed.epic.|�

-.paramour of moon kissed chromatism is depicted upon the paintings of the horizon. ghostly shade of succubess creates an irridescence, a glow as to which the stygian hours attempt to engulf, yet remain unsuccessful. metallic coiffures suspend limply from lustrous boa, abysmal tabiries casting their gaze upon all the features of thee glebe.
miniscule titaniums pierce terra firma as ghostly nymph creates a route over emerald promontory. pendulum gently ticks behind slender shanks. coiffures art tossed, illustrating silver streaks across the celestial paintings. whipcords belatedly snap, consummating irrevocably to disburden the vexations feeding upon her derriere. regal apex shifts, searching for any emblem of life.-

.insulted.
-.essence.-

.winters witnessed.
-.four.-

.ancestry.
-.Arabian.-

.facade.
-.moon washed frame.-

.puppeteer.
-.de lizzard.-

.stalk me.
-.lizgrl@hotmail.com.-

.i wasnt born to waddle; i was born to run.

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