who do you love?

eatsaturated with illusion, ought it not be that perspective necessarily become delusion? laity projects their fantasies upon the phantasmagoric godhead of our illuminaries serving to strengthen the broadcast of their aureola and its objectifying allure, a reinforcement of the sterile phosphorescent media emissions emblazoning the soul with a desire for that which is not. dutiful disciples delude and exude control over their divinity so that the object of their affection comes to live within the fantasy until the blinding glare of total freedom sears their sanity and the gibbering fool mercifully succumbs to deicide.

bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream…

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