i made an inspirational image
NO ONE CAN COMPREHEND MY POWER AND CUNNING!!!
Reality is a pourous object that can b manipulated with successful tranfers of energy.
My soul feels all fucky.
Oh! The other day, I saw a
Great big old sphere in the air,
Clicking and clanking like
A labyrinthine codex.
I think it was my brain
Coming down from heaven
To tell me that I’m a mystery.
There is a dead girl’s secret tomb
In my basement, full of long tunnels
And dangerous traps. I am the
Guardian of her treasures
And her ghost. Her soul is so in demand!
I wonder if I’m a woman
Or a dead girl… forever a ghost?
Oh geez… I think I need God…
God is bright and shiny oblivion,
A halo of silver light
That blocks out all the bull shit.
But I love my dark tomb!
And my coffin of stuffed bears
And my monstrous fellows…
Brick by brick, I will exhume myself
And rebuild in the twinkle
Of a gypsy’s eye.
Is that bright enough for you guys?