I am done being wrath. Wrath is dead.
I don't want that ghost haunting me.

There is no point in a provenance coming back.
What would she do for me anyway - and the way things are, she's not exactly going to help me while living in a car.

Wrath should be dead - I won't go back, no matter how much gypsie music you play or how many drawings you show me, I won't bring him back to life.

I will not listen even if harlequin comes over and tries to convince me.
Harlequin is not worth it.

Salience, paroxysm, aneurysm, I never even regarded you as being something that could think - you and your leader were the most artificial and worthless of them all.


See, I'm done with the self-consumption of ouroboros, I am finished with the hellish insanity I inflicted upon myself and the pain I inflicted on others.



just a hiccup, folks, don't listen or read.


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