sexta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2013

Mercury fang, mirror-like scale-skinned. Take that, oblivious night!

Temptation is manifested through the line of a ride. Knowing it's true purpose sets one free from it's poisonous effect.

The same should be said for those who get bit by any snake on the side road. Of course you'll get scared shitless as to the regards of that most wondrous reptile, but it is from those very fangs and those very fangs only that you could extract the most holy and blessful serum for your poisonbite. But make haste, lest the neurotoxins change you forever and that holy chance be fleeting towards an eternal spring and dissapear behind the sky.

And so, and on, for those who had their faces paralyzed from the fear of the fangs of the serpent, and the poison made that expression fixed like stone, what always will wait for you? Do you know this answer, my dear endeavourers of fickle fate? The answer is already within my words, these I set free for you.

If you do not master the works of this wonder which is expressed by my current expression in words,

look for me.

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