Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsession. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 November 2012

the damned hankerer

"Ego voco tu, Thanatos. Spiritus de mors! Thanatos, ego voco tu! Moon mouthed in undertones."

The manner of her utterance was an allegory of a well-fed derangement. Her tenacity was a stalwart
 nut to crack. The irises of her eyes placed inferno on view. As anticipated, a violet fume snuck out the 
gates of her orbs and by degrees twas forming the contours of a daimon.

"You summoned, damned hankerer? I must be paid with your service for all eternity!" 
the spirit of death syllabized. 

"Then it must be done, my Lord." Moon retorted.

She knew this before hand. Fright could not be trailed within her presence for there was none,
 to the hilt. Her fortitude was  on the pinnacle of her pursuit. 

She put into words, "Grant his life back, in exchange of my soul. I love him. I love  him. 
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him!!!!" 

"A fool, you are!" Thanatos exclaimed.

ALTERNATE TITLE: The Extent of Obsession

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Thursday, 13 September 2012

Not Leilani

An entity springs in some terra incoginta situated on the core of the very tabula rasa. Has the earmarks of a budding seed, but this one still has not yet concluded itself. The question is both what's what and who's who. Zeal gives birth to another bubbling gizmo, and the begetter is incognizant of the whole picture.

The offspring makes fixation the rootage of its nous, to say so. Consequently, the origin is a fabrication of diversified redundancy. Its mentations are derived from the reccurence of monochromatic will-'o-the-wisp. It speaks of precise phantasm gorged with tamed obsession, though, so lay aside your willies.

Mark the being, "Not Leilani".