IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
- Inscrit
- 22/7/08
- Messages
- 7 482
Gooday to you all if you would accept it. I am writing because as we speak the white of the waterscape of my room is crisp enough to bite, but that shouldn't bother any of you.
As I sit my feet are being submerged, it tickles me deep inside. Its like the warmth of gods palm has been lifting my sternum to utter dimensionlessness. I cannot describe it more than warmth, hellfire and brimstone. If you know.
The man who wrote this was speaking of an amazing trait he had. He was indigenous to his own nature, and those who treaded upon were cast down to the 6.6.6. Mephisto's reign was slight and sleak but with his grasp of psychology, it was indeed, a maelstrom of fire.
I am writing this out of pure insanity friends. I am not completely psychotic and it bores me how disgusting nothing and everything could never be. This brings enlightenment, which you all seek, and I will never grasp. I would like to explain to everyone how many times I refer to myself. Many.
This is a downfall of the upmost severity, for the smartest are the best listeneners. I have covered my sight with a vail of static, possibly from the earliest orgins of the x-y-z, but this shouldn't be a surprise as it is everywhere, and as long as matter exists, so shall my fog.
Just kidding, I'm doing fine.
As I sit my feet are being submerged, it tickles me deep inside. Its like the warmth of gods palm has been lifting my sternum to utter dimensionlessness. I cannot describe it more than warmth, hellfire and brimstone. If you know.
The man who wrote this was speaking of an amazing trait he had. He was indigenous to his own nature, and those who treaded upon were cast down to the 6.6.6. Mephisto's reign was slight and sleak but with his grasp of psychology, it was indeed, a maelstrom of fire.
I am writing this out of pure insanity friends. I am not completely psychotic and it bores me how disgusting nothing and everything could never be. This brings enlightenment, which you all seek, and I will never grasp. I would like to explain to everyone how many times I refer to myself. Many.
This is a downfall of the upmost severity, for the smartest are the best listeneners. I have covered my sight with a vail of static, possibly from the earliest orgins of the x-y-z, but this shouldn't be a surprise as it is everywhere, and as long as matter exists, so shall my fog.
Just kidding, I'm doing fine.
