Ink Dot Boy

Seven lights, seven hearts, seven covered feelings lie ahead across the vast lake. They had once called it the lake of light and sadness, though I had never heard stories nor beheld the light winds that caressed its surfaces until this moment...

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It is a strange thing, to be haunted. I had fallen deep into the abyss of basement below the floors of the Windmill now…pacing like a ghost on drugs that are illegal to a fallen republic...

sAraFiNa mY sWeEt LIes somewhere.

The rain fell like sheets of paper novelties upon our skin. It is dawn the city of the forest. I recalled the tale of an old windmill that a traveler had spoken of once while imprisoned in the Triangle many years ago. It was supposedly in these mountains…many days away on foot...

Dead, Confidence, Bonfires, Seclusion. Have you ever stared into the eyes of dead being? There is a moment of anticipation for longing and the cold realization that the deed has been placed irreversible. (satisfaction, panic, and regret) We had lost 3 of us. There were now 10...

I saw a boy once, standing in a Hallway with fluorescent needles, He punctured his wrist and drank the Fluid of empires. It was a beautiful thing to watch kings die.

I backed out of the mirror…horrified by the images that I had seen. I remember feeling the pain of empires, while somewhere in lighter being, the strange currents of a promise unreleased and undefined went astray. Was this futuristic blackness what was to become? Had HE really survived...

The Seven Oracles spun their whimsical seductions upon the group, fainting and sparse in all the ways that wonders tell. Floating lightly in front of our eyes, long fingers beyond to point Northward, and beyond…to the length of the clearing; seven mirrors…beautiful crafted...

Far into the mountains we retreated, leaving the bloody and unforgiving wrath of the Triangle behind. In a moment of ancestral bliss and transparent sodomy, the old had become the new; beautiful and terrifying...

In it’s glorious hey-day, the Triangle Circus had been a beautifully choreographed wonder of lustrous masquerade...