Le Moirai
Hello, “Leader greyish ultrasonic blue. Eternal depaysement A Wolken en hue. Tingo from schadenfreude willing Sobremesa absent coil.”
The poets words firing off from my frontal lobe with far too much rapidity.
I would add to this sentiment stale, ruin and drab by all measures. Wanderlust unrequited wanderlust. A strong deliberate gesture calling through [her] wind.
Where are all my millions? Should I exploit myself from reason? That I should pay haste to this bombardment? As they too toil to uncover my efforts at concealing this occulted inner-soul?
Drab indeed dank, dark and dank. Mercurial meanderings. Straight and forward speak. Syllogisms and only spoken in this routine way. Predictive algorithms. Measures in tempo as to not break towards the non sequiter. That is the way through. In point of fact the only way through is to thus join them.
Colleagues. Panels of brothers that cavort with lascivious daughters. These witches bound by night.
Forcible entry. That is the gist. Forcible entry by one so debonair of whom you must prove weren’t crafted within culdren spinning time for such a fate? Oh fate. The Fates of Moirai Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. Finding themselves again in you young one as fates go softly bye.
Enforceable by Night
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