Holy Blasphemy Mother Of God
A castle the size of a universe.
I want to vomit a Gormenghast out of me like a spider spinning the web of another universe.
I see peacocks with crowns.
Her narrative is horror I am just a character in her pantomime.
Who writes this?
What writes this?
I illusion write this.
Why do we follow pleasure?
Our footsteps crushing hells beneath us.
I once smoked Salvia and I experienced the madness of climbing through endless universes and the claustrophobia of infinity.
She made having a bridal sexy.