this is what i live to motherf!cking write for. that freedom of language, that slip and slide of the perfectly placed syllable, that spherical sound-drop that word makes when it's coupled with another word to insinuate sx between two ideologies. how can something so gorgeous be so illustrious and illusive? decisively, i have inspired my own ******* self. that's what the f!ck i live for.

the clinking and clunking of swords! nasty!