It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss. I should've seen it coming from miles away. They've been armed in a sacred cult structure Shielding me of my oblescent dagger. There was a purpose upon the horizon; a destination
And I march to ban you And I march to ban you And I march to ban you And I march with a thousand. It's not surprising I should find myself flailing Having across a bridge of certainty
Back behind enemy lines with no work till tuesday I didn't even fuck with the temptation. Got down, with little to do, I welcomed Old habits like a long lost friend
To spite you Ashore 'bout a week in venice giving Themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness. The shrieking howls; light or grey & feeble. The sulky trees sad, dropping their knees in defeat. The temperature falls. There's a big light switch on. & From time to time Pharos from the cats
