(0340 in the morning)
the iphone speaks:

‘ the cursed antihero, doomed of forbidden passion. a tall story which then mutates into reality as many would like to think?

the wicked hedonist of the author, cleverly disguised as the obvious dandy, maybe impressionable to the readers? or perhaps not quite.

but nevertheless the script was an abstract of sheer paradoxical fantasy. rather obsessing at times, warning, terrifying perhaps, corrupting, or even occasionally boring too. it remains flexible enough to accommodate over time.

the artist creates beautiful things, and by beauty i refer to things that are corrupt without charm. morality or immorality ceases to exist but mere instruments for art.

ethical sympathy is unforgivable lest morbid follow. the corruption of your soul my friend, has told a cautionary tale of the repercussions. you living a beautifully useless life. if aesthetic glorification is that you yearn, then be warned that the construction of the unnatural and the celebration of the artificial, will, thinly disguised, bring about danger in time to come. it is said that karma redeems the soul of corruption.

symbols merely guide you to your peril, what mirrors are words in accord. so choose wisely before you speak.

beware my friend, for one admires intensely a useless thing, only to realize the mistakes for making the useful.

there’s an elephant in the room, but no one notices for some strange reason. ‘

a.