

raison.I've long practiced the religion of logos--- mind-worship with an intellectual disdain for the weak, irrational & foolish followers of pathos, who are governed by harried unpatterns of feeling with no thought behind them, no tribute to mankind's greatest achievement, the brain, endless empowerment of logic & reason the brain on a pedestal, perched atop an anatomical mess which responds to its every commandraison.
That is, all but the heart, golden idol of pathos, blind & stupid & yet still followed, breeding an army of idiots with helmets on backwards, dancing & tripping


legion of mold.I lie because I don't know myself have no affection for myselflegion of mold.
My generosity comes from my star sign, so don't be fooled--- I'm nasty when I'm disgusted.
Have I said too much?
Hypersecrecy, philosophically Blunts my ability to confide to anyone but the mold in my brain.
I am the soil--- I should be the gardener. But only monks & philosophers grow & their gardens are poisoned--- trampled by madness, incurable
(the soil is raped & ruined & recycled)
Even if you find the rose garden, it'll burn in


silver and gold.The world is sharp in merciless cold. Focus is restored as blood chills. Prefer double-edged silver to pools of gold.silver and gold.
Devouring day, night truly unfolds. Breathe crystal clouds and all is still. The world is sharp in merciless cold.
To the scorched baron has freedom been sold, But the frigid monarch respects pur will. Prefer double-edged silver to pools of gold.
Frozen fear leaves room to be bold. The baron's days a soma haze fill. The world is sharp in merciless cold.
Wolves dine here, and malevolent mold. The monarch guarantees a sporti
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the alibi.
thanks for the comments.
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