This hell is becoming so sweetly.

See above, so below.

Faid and fade away.


Grasp this sorrow of morrow that ushered in the truth in marrow. Of the most profound kind.


But this was always a story of   disjunctions, of their aberrant function.


Bitter is the fruit that...

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Someone says.


(Muuten kaikille seuraajlle, tämä on fiktiota. Yhden "huolestuneen" soiton olen ainakin saanut. Enpä uskonut että tätä kukaan tuttu lukee.)