Buxia 🦋✨
@virulentMonarch
✂ A melody of snarling agony \ ♭eguiling now, ♭y rending flesh ♭ewyched, Through sinew, ♭one, and grisly pageantry—
✂Love all, trust a few, \\ Do wrong to none: ♭e a♭le for thine enemy —— rather in power than use; and keep thy friend. Under thy own life's key: ♭e check'd for silence, ♭ut never tax'd for speech.
A$$$ poeti¢ a$$$ ever, Buxia~
✂A herd speaketh quickly on divine mandate granted to them ♭y high spectrum \ yet ever falling short of their glory granted ♭y caste. Parodying their colors with puffed chests \ indulging in affluence \ engendering no honest value in valueless gloat.
✂Thee of ♭lacken heart and ashen skin \ hark onto mine warning \ for the ships sail in the fog \ flags flayed from traitor cloth ; lam♭ skin over wolf ears.
am i meant to like rap this? read it like slam poetry? a haiku?
✂'Tis iam♭ic meter \ sing thy song as thou wish —— ingress stress ; egress exhale. Colloquial to thee: consider it vocal meter of theatre.
so i'M getting the vibe that i was KIND OF right. i'LL take that. going to goregle iambic meter and reread this chitt
✂Accolades for thee. I cherish thy willingness for experimentation.
!'ve heard better at the amature hour slam poetry down at the D!VEBAR
✂Tu'es de simplex pensée. Ce n’est pas ta deficiens—— mais am♭itus tuus.
ȷournal: lon zabulon. 𐕣he sou𐕣hsıde dualcoa𐕣ed "skıpper" ıs a small flu𐕣𐕣ergrub wı𐕣h shor𐕣 𐕣rıagonal wıngs measurıng approxıma𐕣ely 30-40 mm. 𐕣hıs specıes expresses a s𐕣rong sexual dımorphıc dıfference ın colora𐕣ıon, wı𐕣h females beıng much darker. commonly found on 𐕣he edges of 𐕣he fores𐕣ed par𐕣s of al𐕣ernıa, 𐕣hey demons𐕣ra𐕣e a sporadıc flıgh𐕣 pa𐕣𐕣ern 𐕣ha𐕣 looks lıke skıppıng, hence 𐕣he name. (male, female) h𐕣𐕣ps://ı.ıbb.co/QvSGd2sy/7-A6162756-C6-F6-E6-D616-C65.png h𐕣𐕣ps://ı.ıbb.co/chbRXTg7/7-A6162756-C6-F6-E66656-D616-C65.png
Are there any adver2e effect2 iif 2omeone 2hould liick one? A2kiing for a friiend.
✂Monetized ritualistic humiliation televised. #watching
✂Me and who? #violence #torture https://i.i♭♭.co/Kc4V♭XLf/forfun.png
kinky
✂Oh! ♭ut it seemed fresh and pure in the night air after the terror of that vault \ How sweet it was to see the clouds race ♭y, and the passing gleams of the moonlight ♭etween the scudding clouds crossing and passing—like the gladness and sorrow of a man’s life \ How sweet it was to ♭reathe the fresh air \ that had no taint of death and decay \ how wonderful to see the red lighting of the sky ♭eyond the hill, and to hear far away the muffled roar that marks the life of a great city. Each in his own way was solemn && overcome.
I like your funny word$$$, butterfly man
✂Oh, my dear, if you only know how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one’s ♭elief, no matter how strange it ♭e. I have tried to keep an open mind; and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, ♭ut the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one dou♭t if they ♭e mad or sane.
MY BELIEF IS YOu ARE A BITCH. THINK A LITTLE ON THAT.
✂A man might posture, mightier than thine peer, ♭ut when the jester performs, even the king sits to listen.
↗️THIS IS THE TRUTH.↗️ ↘️say it is not so.↘️
TYPE $$$HIT!
✂Thus the enemy of mankind, the fearful outcast, often did many wicked deeds and perpetrated grievous injuries.
✂Mine parishioner wanted photo of me this evening. Cute. https://i.i♭♭.co/qYz2v♭jm/♭uxia04.png
✂You stride not into ♭attle ♭ut a snare \ of guile and strife a neatly woven net \ Lust's mistress lifts her sword into the air, and ♭aying for your ♭lood her pack does set. So dance a ring around o♭livion, await a sign from night's own melody, catch sight of it, make haste, and ♭egone—
✂@chicanericEnvy Answer your phone.
HOW D!D YOU--no no !'m fuck!n block!ng your NUMBER
✂Recreant coward. @chicanericEnvy
!'M NO COWARD you just caught me off guard !'d l!ke to see how you feel !f ! sneak up on you !n the dead of the N!GHT
ALR!GHT THEN !'ll show you !'m not some petty assass!n to be fucked around W!TH!
✂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.