Hail, descendants of Caine.
Your Real Name
Hail.
Late, late at night. You beautifully crafted webdream, your exquisite
manias and your paradigm delusions drew me like a moth to the flame, to
perish ecstatically in the oblivion of your primal embrace. How can you
live, how can you not live; how can your meaningless lives affect the
lives of simple flesh, corporeal, and yet what can you do but linger on
the edge of consciousness, ephemeral substance of dreams and constructed,
self-perpetuating illusion.
What are you ? The embodiment of myth. Children of Lilith, spawn of
Pandora, roamers of the highways of the dead... Keep up your good work.
Meaningful or not, true/false/meaningless/or not, you are beautiful.
Excuse my blatant pretentiousness, but many strange thoughts stir in
my head, and a statement had to be made.
Jason Corley
: Excuse my blatant pretentiousness,
You're the first person to ask.
(the answer of course is no)
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"Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile and transitory: they are so,
and we are so, and they and we go very well together." ------Santayana
Jason D. "cor...@tau.lpl.arizona.edu" Corley is no longer in service.