Sep 4, 2014
It rings hollow. I see it in you.
I DON’T WANT BIRTHDAY GREETINGS FROM YOU
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It rings hollow. I see it in you.
I DON’T WANT BIRTHDAY GREETINGS FROM YOU
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NORTH UNDER GRANITE
North
We must go North
When the candle flame goes out, where does it go? I can tell you. All you have to do is die.
Back again with more cryptic commentary, I see?
I have died. It is dark, it is quiet.
Unless, of course, you mean a proper death where one does not come back.
I have only sent others there.
I have more yet to do. I do not wish to see the other side of the candle's flame yet.
What eats hope and light?
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I'm assuming
you do
I have no questions. Just as you have no answers.Ware the Marsh, things lurk under the water.
All manner of things lurk under the water, no matter which water it is - Marsh or Zee or Well.
Of course I have no answers. I came here to find them, and have found only more questions.
Why are you warning me? Who are you?
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Empty.
I fill. With succulent fruits and roasted flesh and drowned carcasses. Drinks of pleasure and of forgetfulness and of grief. Carousals of skin caressed, scratched, bloodied. Betrayals as sweet as hollow cries.
It is not enough. I'm sorry. It will be. Soon, it will be. Again. Again. Again. It will be. Soon.
Your heart will shrivel.
That is simply a part of the pickling process, scrumptious eaten one.
You watched.
Oh. It's you. Don't you have somewhere else to be? Perhaps a well, or in the distant past, far from view or memory?