THE GAMES BEGIN

1:56 AM

Inconstant nebulosity distilled in the turgid turpid waveform panopticon,

1:57 AM

Notes from the isolation echochamber, sifting in the iconoclastic protreptici,

1:58 AM

of catatonic contortions splendiferously made of saffron stares, into dead silence....where comfort armours the armistice

1:59 AM

codified instincts reticulate the concoction of time, making it a receptor, an anvil, a hammer,

2:00 AM

haphaestian love, was it any wonder Love was the art's reward? That lame, Haphaesteus should win Aphrodite?

2:01 AM

I sit in limbo in the segregation of thought and emotion, emancipating the nuance of arguments and hope, in a humane language.

2:01 AM

The ignorant thrive the soft spoken machinations and machinery of a motivational milieu

2:02 AM

Made of mendacious mortified meandering through meathead moot science.

2:03 AM

As a tool to understand nature and personhood, give me Myth any day. -Sent from Textfree Web

2:04 AM

In the corpusculent concrescence of dreams and the decoupage of ideas they emerge, let the games begin...

2:04 AM

yes, let the games begin.