listening : candleburn - dishwalla

-Anson road-

devils of deceit and disguise;
the emaciated wings reign -
depraved in these restless dusks and stripped in those poison bows,
their darkened crypts sing ;
'hail the forbidden solace in concrete shadows;
for we lust of all embittered golds!'

angels of bright southern lights,
the masts of innocence feign-
broken in these grey seas of voyeurs and drowned by pirates of souls,
they hear the old matriach sing-
'hail the whore for this damned wisdom
for we sleep in aged accursed dreams!'

oh, buried , forgotten servants of cold,
were you not masters of crimes and lies of our lost urban souls?


//eloera , 1607 hr, Coffeebean //

I am dead beat, after sitting there for 12 hours watching the world go by before my very eyes, ( admist my frenzied doodling attempt in keeping records). It's a good kill of time, i reckon. Afterall, it promises me remunerations that will ,at least ,see me through half a month .

Baybeats and Tapestry is round the corner.
and *e is a extremely happy girl when she gets to see her <3 iain tham and the firefight!

Anyway ,though this temporary assignment is banal and wretched beyond belief, but with good lunch company?
The world seems a better place. suddenly.



bedtime,folks.
goodbye.

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new words up at the e-epiphany!

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