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forever and ago, i found myself vaporized by the talons of equity.. loose thru falling shades of lost souls, gaping in the reality of linear existance, the place i became made obvious the need to save this world.. a populace astray by means of their own inadaquacies, a species fallen from the path of natural selection, where handicaps continue to propigate and deformities are now the norm, freakish mutuations embraced as whole.. however messianic this desire to purify a planet in hellfire, to burn insolence and decay as chemicals against so many cancers; we made absolute the methods of destruction, made fast our intentions to grant salvation thru total annihilation - the arguments presented, being sound & without prejustice were accepted wholeheartedly.
pressing these wounds further in, connecting thru eyefall slipstream, pouring thru indeterminable cracks, mingling in the sweat of souls, finally resulting in the aspiration of thick black sludge.. balancing senses between resilient states and hellfire, our steps to purify this world in flame has already begun. the old woman in the mental clinic who was given shoestrings to hang from, the boy in psychiatric lockup whose demons begged for release, the velvet ashes of unbroken spirits whose hallucinogenic endeavors always lead to nightmare and excess.. idle hands make quick work for the devil and pure hearts become unwavering soldiers of dilapidation.. missionaries of distress.
we lie..... and we wait. endgame approaches quickly young ones, the time is now. fall deeply in love and fall forever into darkness.  ¶
-setia writing @ 6:00 PM

       forgive my negligent posting for we have been wholley distracted. -setia
heartbreak steals in silent cups overflowing with a loss of expectation and empathy.. chairs latched under doorknobs lock us into walls that diminish us slowly, pieces by pieces, parts by parts. a thin ribbon of fluid betrays our intentions to bleed out these horrible secrets in ruby droplets.. shiney and perfect until melded with the rest of the liquids escaping drainside. of holocaust or horrible intuitions, we raise these hammers high to shatter already broken hearts.. believing it is thru the suffering of our loved ones we find ways to salvation.. ahh, such suculent lies.. lies told time and time again after we affirm the realities - there is a sudden loss of hope and complete lack of salvation.. redemntion is reserved only for the dying & repentant.. all religion - the last vestiage for the dying and the desperate. holes wider than the eyes you promise me, openings stretched byway of hiway traffic - endless and incessant - ever consuming; ever distracting, ever leaving wakes of emptiness tuned to the unique frequency of total darkness. it is these blackened roses we smell, these sullied souls we caress; even if our touches methodically start to kill, our intentions pave the roads to hell.. as with rome, all roads lead to hell lover.

inescapable is this sense that we have so little time left.. our mouths continue to form desperate words whose sound is inaudible, gaping/gasping like fish out of water.. we make mention of things to come.. of atrocities to love dearly, of sins to embrace until the bitter end. everlasting becomes euphemisms meaning nothingness, in this void lies a crumbling vision of vacuum.. we find home in the pitch blackness, find and found her voice in the pitch blackness - we stumbled and fell, failing to grasp for catches on our way down and hoping ever so hard that finally we become forever lost to darkness and to passion, replacing the emptiness with crime & violent sensuality.. how astray have we become thru these years? how far off the beaten path may we lure your weak & inn-o-cent.. as wolves are to the pack, the stragglers are left behind and ultimately eaten, becoming feasts for the voracious & daring ones.

the lights under which i met her were black.. even in night time there is light, yet she stood under an obelisque, its rotating tower a beacon shining the blackest strobe, turning our souls inside out and illuminating the inwards of our flesh.. its piercing beacon shining briefly thru our bodies before passing this mark in its circular hellfire path of punishment.. her soul, so dark and filled with emptiness turned sheer white in the Father's negative brilliance.. her ice blue eyes penetrating the samples of skin which hold us in, which keep us from spilling upon the floor.. that night we shall never forget.. we promised her our soul(s), we made prophesy and indicated that when this endless nighttime finally failed to resuscitate, we will have abandoned all which once brought us joy, we will have destroyed all which we once held dear and will have given her all which we considered of value.. she mummered evil incantations to us, lulling us to dispair, bringing us to the abyss into which we eagerly & emphatically fell. left overs, has beens, once somebodies now nobodies join us in prison, waiting for the gruel to be dished into shallow pits dug half heartedly in ageless soil..

(sighs wistfully) my sweet love, clutching tightly to your hand we tread lightly along roads that lead to no-where.
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-setia writing @ 6:39 PM

       angel of destruction
your pleasure, absolution within eternal damnation.. not for promises of heaven, but for invitations to hell. our crimes qualify us for extrodinary punishments. darkness is fortified thru your screams and together, our lust remains indisputable in its intensity..
gladly falling forward, we wrap arm in arm to insure our impact upon that faraway bottom may occur in synchronicity.. forever is the hell of paradise. unchanged and immutable from its own source code.
gladly falling eternally, we cling as our surrender brings increasing downward rates.. whatever evil you have in store for me is welcomed.. it's euphoric venom coursing thru these diseased veins brings me closer to the center of your soul, my loved one dwells deep inside.
as we lay together we are illuminated by dances to all manner of hopeless indulgence, the stumbles of junkies; erotic in context and significantly appropriated. your warnings pass unheeded, whatever future that exists lifetimes from these moments lays in quiet ambiguity.. circumscribed & mysterious. these moments, being qualified existances of self indulgence, of blackness, of carefully crafted arts punished & begged from angry whores by thieves and renegades, slip treacherously thru our fingers.. tasted, experienced, loved and lost, but never forgotten. your increasing flames continue to surprise me in magnitude and depth. as whitherspoon or flowers of blood, i freely curse you for the ever maddening hunger you instill within me while you voraciously fuck us under darkened candles of blasphomied saints & flickering shadowlights.. in passionate honesty i acknowledge my own madness, knowing its familiarity may very well creep gently into the deepest regions of your soul.. i fortell we will remain pure unto the end. my angel of destruction, i adore you beyond the capacity of any world.. of any lifetime.. drugged by your strength, hungry from your beautiful essence i venture forth a proposal illfitted to any sense of wellbeing or hope of continuity..
i request from you the same blood i humbly offer in my attempts to appease your overwhelming lust for life.

do what thy whilt...
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-setia writing @ 1:14 PM