[ subject ] ɐsyɯbilɐʎsysɐstemɐs ... [ text ] The past can't be changed. The future is yet in your power. [ text ] Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
SOLEMNITY,VACANT AT THE FOREFRONT, paradox oftruths / untruths a blank page in the mirror. Bled into the spine,thought rings true to only one name, name which haunts him (penumbra around his throat )–suffocatingand maddening eldritch dystopia; she sees / hears/ knows all—whispering against the back of his spine. Fingerstrace-caress-clasp-thread through angled planes and hair beforefinding purchase atop armrests, soured remorse, life but a walkingshadow for the poor player.
❝And here Ithought I’d get some peace and quiet today.❞
HE TYPES INRESPONSE, fingers magnetized to keys inhope of conversing with the spectre himself: caliginous phantom justbeyond his reach, always skirting the tip of his brow.
[SUBJECT]:none[MESSAGE]: False face must hide what the false heart dothknow. Don’t ever talk to me again.
