Saturday, February 11, 2006
THIS BLOG JUST TURNED INTO SOMETHING ELSE
Timeless In quiescent repose my central spire finds its power. In this majesty of silence befuddled thoughts lose their grip, and vanity its hold. There is nothing here but perfect peace in extravagant measures. From my tower in lofty heights down to the dungeon of darkness, a white light weaves its...
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