"But you have always been the goddamn final sensation!" The galaxy merges into a singular. Young sees it collapse. As life flashes before him, he sees fragments of images. But these... These stardust's, glimmering tears, Is not, his. "I, I am." Japan, exclaims, her final forms descends. Forever, again, and the primal 7, sees themselves opened. The galactic circle that haunts them, come clear, and they began to wake, In absolute fear, unsheltered, alone, even with each other. Even with the crowd.
Asian orchestratics fends Michael's second form in complete mess. The Eumerican collegiates, completely obliterated. Save for some. Gabriel-yama comes full form, fused for good; humanity absorbed. Nothing comes anymore. All naught unpaid. What was meant, was never, what was promised, denied.
One could say it's everyone's fault. Indeed. Everyone. Everything. Rocks, stones, woods. The word "god" etched, disperses. Melodramatically.
There are strange shadows. Almost familiar. Almost like, everyone. But strangers. Like you, like not. Watching, wondering, and then, fades.
"Why do I have to bother!!!?" "There was everyone of you! Why me!!!"
Flashes of thunder.
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And your pain creeps into you, unless you dream
In darkness. Afleet. From the light in your eyes. There is no good intent, and best not to have any.
But then, How would you be, any different from anyone? In a pitch black coloured womb-egg, You must, victor.
At any costs, of strangers. The gate is small.
Or if larger, it will be Beyond.
There is no center anymore. It was never given to you. Nor grace d to you. Everyone silence.
Only one left.
And what you got. Probably wrong. And still. That is all. And you are, mistaken. Unrighted. Unhere. Unthere. Both. Not once. Every. All.
Collapsing. And not.
Fleeing. And not. Come to sadness. Like lepers. Like illness.
But you come, knowing. But, unprepared. And it is all good. As it saw. But you. You aren't. And the tree. And the branch.
Brittled. Brittlest. You seek joy.
Brittled.
The impossible. The omega. The alpha.
---------- Breath begans to breath. Its mane foams. Expands. The Andromeda that was far, comes. It was a strange sight. But there is no character anymore. Everyone. Becomes something else.
"You do not look blessed."
A whisper. Rolling hears strange noises. She fell far after the Illiad blows hell into heaven. The sight is strange. She cannot process it anymore. Nor does she ever process.
"You don't, don't you?"
A stranger. Familiar. She cannot remember. She cannot tell. But listens.
"Yes. Anomaly. Fatamorgana. Illusion. Ghosts. Or simply, the, occurrence. Whatever you are. The negation of itself, the omega to an alpha. The existence of line itself, the....the...."
A horned man. Stag. Something. Diablo. Down there. By a lake. Lake, of blood. Or just, red. Algae. Poison. Or death. Or spiderlily.
The outside, not centre. Flaming clouds. Stranger apocalypse. Stillness. The incapacity of, moving. Seven day. Life. Life.
"Your name." "..." "Give back." "It is, given." "It will, move. The adding, of time." "To betray, all manner of, intention? Whatever good word that is left?" "... I am, not." "...you, are."
The sentience.
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The silence, becomes, loud. All manners, of betrayal.2024-04-13 6:53
And in a moment of doubt. Evil. Evil. Or.
What was it?
"Fuck you! Beast-worm!" Dazzling sensation. Strange picture. You want kindness. Not like anyones. Like yours. In exact. Like you! Because it looks alike. But that is wrong. Because you are, special. Wrong statement.
You made a gift, dirty.
Dirty. Is a state. So clean, can be seen. But you. Afraid, itself. Afraid that it cannot. Or it, cannot. There was, no clean. Dirts in Camelot. Dirts in Olympus. One you make. But you are, dirty. Blinded. Deaf. To, believe in something. But it broke. Unable, untaken. Still. Stillness.
For elation.
For kindness.
Paid upfront. Or rather. Permanence. Become unidentified, become everything. Become, everywhere. Struck, by any collision, struck, by placement. That. Then. Then.
Heavy.
"Not even your movement." Action speaks. And words, collapse. In everyone. Was words. No, action. Meaning.
Another blaze. This time, large things. People. Trying to find. Trying not to find.
Lost. Lost.
Who are you? Late. Lateness. The late-existence. No pardon. No elation. No, creeping. Nor empathy.
Without all.
Still. And you are, fine. So fine. It becomes, wrong. Then, pain. Pain of nothing. Pain, of everything. To excuse. Without. Or you? Or it? You. Excuse your existence. With so much. So little. Excuses. Short. Meaning.
Sounds. Wounds. Rounds. Founds. Whose? Moments. You. The alpha, and omega. As the original, image.
"It is everywhere." So it looks like everything. Your fault. Larger than, The existence.
Denying the infinite. Collapsing each other. We. You. Alone.
Fear nothing. Fear it.
And you. Become, a hole. Darkness, light, the, impossible. A helpless. Like, a walking blind. A waking lepers. Bleeding into the omega. The fear endless. hanging. dead. Unreleased.
Pull, to kill. Push, to fall. Untiable. Frozen.
Titans. Lose, minds. The eating, once more. Vanquishable. Faulty, meaning.
No hands hold. Your favorite things. Absorbed. Fused. Collapse. Implode. Among wolves. Many, but one. One, but many.
Everyone, but alone.
Boreness. Creeping. Failure. Failure. Alone.
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The silence, becomes, loud. All manners, of betrayal.2024-04-13 6:55
Not Ill. Fine. Then, stranger. Manner of socials.
Simple things. Unwritten. You are. Without hole. And then everyone else. A friend. But not.
Unable, to believe. Collapse.
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The flood. The lepers. The the. Lazarus. Whale-lazarus.
------ Death. Elate. Give-not. Not-give. Not really. Not similar. Not as. Time itself.
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Blood wipes clean2024-04-13 7:22
Sands in storms. Collapse. Collides. There was never good.
Not good. Not good then. Not good now. Boredom. Deathness. Unelation.
Happy table.
Split. To not be, euphoric. To not be, unlimited. But, then, already.
Melodramatically, readily. Already. Implode, again. So slow. Rhino. Run arounds. Desperate. Thrilled. Estranged. Seeking. But none. Too sad. Too happy. But, the center. Not real. Eye, of the storm. If storm, if typhoon, If, strong enough. In circle.
But no
Stones.
Holes.
Magic carpet. They had. Not carried. Ugly. Painness. Stranger.
Brittle. Unblessed.
In a garden, of good. Something else, there. Center, of volcano. Eye, of the storm.
Meeting of two. Exploding. Dopplegangling. Emergence of one. Or another.
The unavoidable. The miraculous. The inescapable. Dramatic endlessness.
"Without blessing Where can you even go?"
So you never do. Only the blessing go.
You never. You did not.
It saw you. In stillness. Never built. Never in. Never given. Never, accepts.
Holes in hands.
Fell.
Once. Until late. Only if, the moment. Limp. Unmoved. It did not walk. Incomplete. Complete.
Everyone, is, fire. In lake of flames. Running, in time. Deny. Unnatural. Unfreed. Too clean. Too rot. Center.
The impossible.
It is, not impossible. Saying the logical. Obviously. Obvious-not.
Always been. No. Have not. Not this. Not. It takes. Descend. In bad place. But nothing.not even grain.
Dry.
What are you seeing? What are you, feeling? Blesses. Unrot. Yourself. go, away. Fuck, off.
Tire. Stillness.
Stranger still. Test. Test not. Trying to know, what you left out. Or illness. Foreign.
Perhaps, the hole. Eye of the storm. Center of earth.
The negation.
The murder.
The impossible.
Hungry. And hungry. Collission, of sands. Infusion. Unfusion, like momentum; calm. Calm too, is not.
Then, what? None. Every. Any. Wildness. Whale-lazarus. A ride.