The knot in the tie

I find strange answers to my peculiar questions, some of the results of my confusion leave me even more confused… picturesque demonstrations of the drive in my fatigue, and that excites me in a stranger way. Though, I’m still upset about the knot in the tie.

The thing is, I have a choice to make. I need to choose from untamed extremes, fortunate only in their restlessness and bad behavior; how appropriate for me. Yet, from some even strangest place in me, possibly some deep limbo, I’m reluctant. In such a condition which I can only describe as a form of diminishment, I feel simply rebellious in my occult nature. There is smog in my bloodstream… my comfort allows me not to strive toward choice, I can afford to avoid decision making. Costly as it is…

In fact, I prefer to hate the knot in the tie:)

Stories of a wicked alchemist

There is that thunder with a lightning coming inside your well mannered self, all of a sudden, out of nowhere... it occupies your full strength leaving you weak, terminating your clear line of thought replacing it with confusion, bringing unrest and stealing your sleep, seducing your conscience and rearranging your usual harmonious set of feelings according to something depraved, deeply fucking occult… knock knock –  it’s me;)

And you see me across you, bright as day, speaking fluently your language, hearing everything you’ve always longed to hear from the lips of a tall handsome man. So this wicked alchemist obeys, I may be thoroughly lying because of the twisted need to have plans wrapped in more dirty plans, nonetheless I fucking obey. Then again, I have a condition... so what!?

The fiend that is me eagerly wants to savagely rape the introvert inside you, seduce you with borderless freedoms, I aim for corruption. This is not your diminishment into full darkness… this is the ninth gate of the kingdom of shadows opening your true potentials, unraveling the person you’re truly meant to be.