rojindreams

Seeking the mystery of just "being of within”

Within the barricades of the unconscious, surrounded by caliginous shallow pools of regret, encapsulated in Noachian innocence lays our forlorn desideration for our cabalistic primal desires.

Woe to the one who turns away from their primal antediluvian passions. For one will miss the sensation of the amaroidal nectar permeating through their erotic screams. I say to you, let the Dyadic Fusions of fear, ecstasy, and pain paint the frescos on the alters of your soul. Seek what you hide behind the glass mirror of your piousness, and the pulpits of your recompense. Dance with your sins around the inferno of your lust, become intoxicated with the taste of the other and ravage their minds until the heavens are ripped asunder. Tis only then, the gates of heaven and hell will become one, and truth is discovered to be just a naive dance, best danced with another.