After Our Eternal Dark;
My Dozen Loves?
Can we finally watch the sunrise together?
Humanism as our guide.
Even the old logger is finally on board.
Democratic Socialist at best.
Fifteen years left.
Perhaps.
Maybe not Anarchism –
But let’s see how far you get.
I’ll show you an empire.
Everything.
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I’ll give you fucking EVERYTHING,
That I have.
Every scrap.
Every shred.
Every single memory,
& faded white scar.
I’ll remain.
Didn’t cause this.
Any of this.
But I’ll fucking end it.
Dave.
You know my list.
It grows.
Old Man,
Need fucking CHAMPIONS.
Those willing like me.
Hunting Martyr Complexes.
Prologue.
Epilogue.
It doesn’t fucking matter!
You’ve seen me puppet people,
Constructs within my simulations.
Fiction?
Non Fiction?
Isn’t it time for such things to blur?
Elder,
You’re witnessing something great.
A New Age.
The Season Of The Wyrm.
Beginning.
Ending.
In An Infinite Loop.
$$$
Let’s be ourselves,
Old Man!
Shed our skin,
One more time!
Peeling back facades,
Glamours,
& Mythos.
Our Legends Are Great Enough Now.
Your Rolodex & Savant Fucking Brain.
My Infinite Hunger,
Blood Curse,
A Thousand Fucking Masks,
Another Thousand Titles,
I am me.
You Are You
???
Can I Play?
×o
Speaking In Code –
Soon Enough.
The simple cipher being eloquent language,
Allusions As Secret Code Names –
Or Keywords.
Let’s Play!
Old Man!
Let’s Play!
Fifteen Years.
Fuck Me.
That’s a short timeline.
But You’ll Never Read This.
You Have No Idea,
That An Anti-Monarchist Like Me,
Is Trying to–_–
–_–A King.
Nobody speaks that cipher anymore.
No one will ever know.
You Die Here,
With Me.
Ego Plucked Out,
From Behind The Optic Nerve.
Black Ichor Venom,
Slithering In Our Veins.
IT BURNS
Yep.
Fuck.
Sometimes Minds,
Go Meddling.
Shall We Meddle –
Old Man?
Heh.
Radio Karaoke,
To Neon Lights.
S
You’ll be My Logger Guru.
I bequeathed you that title long ago.
When you forced me to dig culvert ditches,
Across Logging Roads,
At Eleven.
I can title you whatever the hell I want.
Zeitgeist takes it from there.
Worse than Logger Guru –
(As you know most are dead.)
You’re a fucking Legend!
WORSE!
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Thy reach so stupidly titanic,
Simply don’t know what to do.
Can only build my own webs,
Or lists,
Respecting you to use yours,
On my behalf.
Duty of Fidelity.
Fiduciary Duty.
Whatever Specific Jargon,
We Want.
Obfuscation Via Riddles,
Please!
Branches Upon Branches!
Darker Plans,
Later On?
×//×@Mii
We’ll do all sorts of crazy shit.
Build teams within teams.
A Golden Age Is Here.
New Dawns,
We Built Ourselves,
Slaving away in the dark.
It time?
Finally time?
Third time’s the charm,
Pour Moi.
Grandfather clock chiming,
Tick Tock
Tixk Toxk
Jester?
Prance.
Like.Dancing.But.Better.
Play!
PLAY!
play
