Ancient caves drill into the Tunnels of Wisdom. Cold and damp, the Forbidden Evil. Search insanity and crawl inside the darkened keyhole. Blink rapidly at a nude unknown. Touch a speeding highway of a flesh-toned fantasy. Made to suffer the Great Still Sickness. Rotting the Apple Tree and murdering the Soul. No real sense of Mystery and yet completely masked. Just the miserable ability to wrestle with Phantoms of the only mind that is capable of truly striking you down :


©Timothy Grassan





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