i will go nowhere but the crevice that
separates the autonomy of Will and Deception.
It occurs to me that the other night was no dream of ecstasy; he who garners no discipline
can withhold the potent force of exaltation. i've no thoughts of the far present that grants me a
pea of peace, nor do i shy away from my
faults. if man's dream's to see, why should he
falter a rook, and surrender his king.