Transform the melancholy that suffuses your mind into a fenced-in space of disaggregated marvels.
Unbeguiled by the oleaginous ease and smooth facility with which it winds its way down the paths of human discourse seemingly innocuous since frequently invoked and honored as the highest desideratum handle the concept of happiness with a wariness no less nimble than you would a serpent clothed in an undulant rainbow of colors from whose fangs still concealed from view a lethal venom flows.
Confer on the evanescent darkness of a death that won’t last the privilege of mounting your immortal soul so that it may ride it beyond the sky to its doom at the appointed time in a ruinous blaze of paradisal bliss.
Amateur archeologist of my own online publications, I have unearthed four rare artifacts of inestimable value which I present to you now.
A task no solar deity can afford to ignore. One of the first tasks I ever composed (or should I say assigned?): a pioneering work in a new genre.
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Until the next time, I remain, as ever, your trusted guide to literature’s highest altitudes and a lamp of truth by whose scintillating light you may see into the human soul’s most inaccessible abysses.