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this fiction of mine laboured tightly in the skull of memories and mysteries worked to the wheel by furies who deal the willing thread in...

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

your age as well doroteo

it's the mask nemesis
but he doesn't stand a chance -and worst-
he doesn't know this

he goes on scheming to act dispassionately
to decide on a course of action
he has access to philosophy and some ettics
he must make sure all genes are fairly
conditioned as the label states it

'to build the block was child's play'

one thing leads to another thought
and he needs to neutralize that condition
made-in-the-fabric of the web excess

live a banale life
suffer its evil...well

but when he reaches the last verse
he forgets the whole thing and what
it means is now suspect of a last stand
whereby the mask enters its nemesis head
and blots out every design figured so...

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