|lost is transfiguration. . . . .. .
||[Apr. 7th, 2004|08:41 pm]
Pretentious little fingers lacking money, excessing time; that is my predicament.|
Relief of creative minds in dispelling of fortified kinds,
Fornication and best-sought debauchery.
Respond to age previous in next epoch ahead,
God-like seen self, man-like deception of extent.
Immortal, infallible, burning paper folded in curious ways.
Prentend we don’t see ends,
pretend the clear demise is blurred,
fake like we live
fake like we die.