✦ ..  Vol. MMII Monarchical Demigods.   𝄒
A sophisticated belle O'thy boast amidst an effulgent grin thus abut the bosom thy mane abide plumb vis-á-vis shoce and thus fiery orb besmirch admist viridescent flaccid viz and emerald rivulet thy retain a poise altogether thy avowed a sovereign thus rein upon thy throne, Ning Yizhuo.

she–was enigmatic adolescent who pulchritude for macrocosm the maximal exquisite and magnanimous. 𖧷!

misery gnaws to the bone. why then do we not despair? .. this morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water and then into the sky of this the one world we all belong to where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else which thought made me feel for a little while quite beautiful myself.

" she preferred most of all to live with
flowers and music and to have
a book, in quiet slitude. she's the
type of flower that can still grow
after a forest fire t.me/gfoIkfore

⚘.. ﹛ 𝒊.﹜coruscation venomous opposite the eastern populace who receive enigmatic comatose indigenous saccharine phantom. exquisite oppression penumbra millennium o’ imperious in empyrean possess continue compensate phosphorescent and achromatic bitterness furthermore embellishment the luminous azure in the zephyr.


𖧷 populace commence to obsequies scrutinize of the patina—lambent penetrate their vastness whole enchilada virtuoso in fenestella.

"my soul has become aquatic and lunar; it is all coolnes and brightness, and i live as if my soul were moon and water put under glass"


august 23rd, 1990.

[📽️]; september ended and so did the excruciating enormity of my longevity. there are autumn leaves falling skywards and just like clockwork or an incongrus joke played by some god on me, i still am very much in an everlasting summer solstice that yas burned and scarred my skin. nod all i do is gently pluck it out and soon.


𖣦 ˖ ⠀ ݁ . WRAPPED UP HEART..

"there's a blacked out sky outside
my window, a river bed of dried
blood stains behind the backyard
of my house."

i visit it everyday only to pull out flesh from this rotten mouth and cut open wrists like tragedies until i am a living mess that clings onto life which has abandoned the insides of me, despire the worst of it. instead kf absorbing the sun, i swallow it. then the sky and i are un open coversation. maybe i'm just a human outcast-a raindrop; certain to fall. i let people walk all over me because i fall to soon. i know i tried to squint myself in all directions, above the atmosphere, away from all the heat but when i sit, it comes as a muscle memory, my body reclining towards ground a betokening the ultimate death.

(summertime | stolen moments) :: letters swallow themselves in seconds. notes friend tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings marry the air. so much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. where there was something and suddenly isn't, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. i begin again with the smallest numbers. quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves, only the things i didn't do crackle after the blazing dies.

keep me safe, would you..?