/lit/ - Literature

I think I'll be better off alone, beyond the grip of persuaded drone, electrical stimulation of frontal lobe and beneath the globe. There will be no answers when I face the impartial demons vault, the world will abide only by it's vision-less fault, ephemeral I will inscribe my immortal imprint and sacrifice the complexities I'd molested for reprint.

A prophet-less prophet and a profit-less wallet, I'll sever my legs for a painless hike, and set up my tent intentionally on the steepest bed rushing all the blood to my head on the black tusk kissed by dusk. Where my dreams are an abstraction of lucidity, and my waking hours a reflection of their transparency.

My own sophist and philanthropist under watchful eyes I will meet demise, the godly kindness in his eyes and domesticated desire at his side. Recondite need, deliquesce unto the greater fathom of being.

I renounce the insidious and malicious, I will not deliver them to god, I will throw time away with my fob and graffiti redundancy.
I'll join my brother under, release the pressure and realize metaphysics, press through this faggy fucking body and ethics.