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I live on the edge, the edge of all things.
The outter wear, the fringes of a
decomposing, idiolithic, maddening society.
I am that.
That which became, that which once was, the God glutton, hoping, praying for one more breath, the prana of air.
Thou art that.
That semmingly unified unreal
non-existence of self, the orgasm of
sweetness made whole by the warmth of
Your precious fire. |