Complications are the foundation on which I’ve built my crumbling house of cards.
Extricating the savor of nonchalant criticism of derelict absolution requires ten-fold the trial-and-error assumption that I devote some metaphoric championing of
whittled-away jargon to tempt me to the side of anarchical defiance. A hole in roof
to peek at the sun? Ha! A speck of time takes on the jacket of solvency in error
of corrupt manipulations of perspective. Dare me to commit to the rifle’s tongue!
The quick maiden hastens to the whiskered cats frolic and redux posh sanguinity
and the boiled over kettle is again reduced to a mere bowl of gruel. Stage my
contempt for afterthought of resilience to backlash poignancy. Say no more to
the giant’s tongue-lashing for to slay the beast I require but two steps
into the devil’s doorway! – Sinz
In the unfiltered light of new revelations comes the darkness of inchoate knowledge.
The philosopher must stand bound to the mast of the ship of inquiry to prevail
against the siren’s call of abject belief in the contemplation of worlds beyond
rational harmonies and preconceived destinies. – Esinz