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He spent his day in hell's reading room, so now he is trying to put out the flames in his brain which threaten to consume it entirely. He does not try very hard. His mind wanders to death at a crossroads, names without meaning, how so much love fossilizes in the air. It grows hotter and hotter. His nervous system recoils in horror like a defiled angel. Purity seems the better choice. Even though the flames stretch out tortured hands, he tries no harder. He is lost in the kingdom of words. A kingdom only burning cleanses. He hears Cerebrus barking. ~mce
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Hell's Reading Room
He spent his day in hell's reading room, so now he is trying to put out the flames in his brain which threaten to consume it entirely. He does not try very hard. His mind wanders to death at a crossroads, names without meaning, how so much love fossilizes in the air. It grows hotter and hotter. His nervous system recoils in horror like a defiled angel. Purity seems the better choice. Even though the flames stretch out tortured hands, he tries no harder. He is lost in the kingdom of words. A kingdom only burning cleanses. He hears Cerebrus barking. ~mce
mike-essig
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
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