As much as it is inevitable, I would request a suppression of judgement until your unlucky gaze completes its consumption of this text. Even through my continued chemical sedation the jagged shards of remembered impossibility scratch and claw at my decimated sanity as if a whirlwind of teeth.
It has been ten rotations of the planet since (i hate this phrase) - I was but a boy despite my seventeen years of sentience: my will was still unbroken by life’s never ending disappointments, and my trust in science grandiose and beautiful. Too young then to realize the inherent danger held by the Outside - my foolish presumptions of matter, form and energy! Would that ignorance still held crown and scepter.
The catalyst for my personal Gehenna came unchecked and disguised in hideous fleshy leather: the brother of my father’s father
more will come as fancy strikes me. give me feedback, I might respect your opinion.
e: obviously it is not fucking done. jesus christ.
(Source: filicide)
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Lampa, Peru ossuary tomb of Enrique Torres Belon
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