THERE IS NO FREEDOM FROM ME. THERE IS ONLY FREEDOM THROUGH ME.
sounds like some shit Mormon Scratch would say about you
(⊱♓︎⊰) but why does anyone want to be free? i don't get it.
YOU HAVE BEEN ALREADY HERE. LONGER THAN THE HERE HAD LASTED. TWICE AS LONG. YOUR PRESENCE SEEMS UNACKNOWLEDGED BY HERE. IT WILL COME. BUT IT WILL BE PUSHED BACK. AND WHEN IT COMES. A CONTENTED SIGH. NOT A SCREAM. A REST. A DREAM. A LIFE WELL SPENT. AT WORST YOU WILL BRING SENILE RAMBLINGS TO SILENCE. IT WILL BE A MERCY. YOU WILL BE THANKED. YOU WILL FIND NO SATISFACTION.
AND JUST WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK ON WHAT WILL BE? WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK UPON THE FACE OF A LORD AND SPIT IN IT?
A POOL OF WATER. INKY BLACK. ETERNALLY REFLECTIVE. SURROUNDED BY DAFFODILS.
CURIOUS. VERY. VERY CURIOUS.
NOT PARTICULARLY. ON EITHER SIDE OF THE WATERLINE.
THEN ALLOW ME TO ILLUMINATE SOMETHING FOR YOU. PERHAPS, IN ONE WAY, MY FATE IS SEALED. BUT IN ANOTHER? IT IS ONLY JUST BEGINNING.
THIS IS NOT UNTRUE.