Stone Of A Fortress ♠ The Pandora Matchbox: haiku

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" Like the aftermath of love I succumbed to the parchness. Sweet, intoxicated pleasure hovered as inundated physicality...yet, what purges this strain? This frenzy of obscure madness that holds me bound into incarceration; withered and corpse-like, a necrophilic device in all discordant description... I must... Explore.... To satiate this hunger; yet to satiate the soul It is ink who shall be my lover; my union with him in a midsummer's eve, the audience is she and she - the viridian leaves and abstract gales...With God, The Ultimate Architect, weaving and weaving...no pause maintained...yet all virile...poignantly fertile"

Stone Of A Fortress ♠ The Pandora Matchbox

Thursday, 4 March 2010

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