✂Truth has ♭een revealed, dragged into the light \ It is the domain of the fools and the mad, to tempt, fate, dancing ♭etween jaws of ████████. Alas, such is to ♭e the way —— of those who serve Them in jest.
You have a way with words that is nearly poetic in structure. I'm captivated•
✂You captivate me! Mine muse, mine ardent audience. Captivate me, My Phantom.
! dont fear anyth!ng LOL. 'spec!ally not any fancy bourgeo!s!e ha!ku speak, meet me out back at the Denny's !f you really want to S!NG
✂[CEZELT EHNYUN] LAUGHSASSIN 22 sweeps LN 11.4, 37°38.063', 115°43.181' Hour is nigh \ 12 we will greet \ I shall meet thee there. ♭one ♭ent and ♭lood spent, we shall sing a song of our moons.
H-HEY WHAT THE FUCK MAN delete that r!ght NOW! you dont know who you're mess!ng W!TH
✂We shall learn of each other soon \ from sweat through grit. (: !!!! Kiss me tenderly on mine lips, sweet Cezelt, dearest assassin.
:} I wish I was one for more cunning pleasantries, however I can offer you an odd assumption that has taken over me. There is a floral aura to you is there not? The ease of your words collect in pollen and I am but a tempted soul willing to indulge•
✂Floral is me \ Consider me a garden of which I host \ Nary do I ♭lossom though I ♭oast. I am the song of the wind, I am the shepherd to the sheep, I am the pruning of the leaves, and I am the insects of the rot. Fascinated are thee? Quaint, perhaps, we might meet, enmesh our peculiarities.
If fate would give her blessings then there might one day be a chance. However, her arms hold tightly to her body and she does not welcome the offer just yet•
✂Prithee, might fate indulge me once again. We shall dither near yet never eclipse.