A faucet of truth springs forth where you least expect it. I have found the necessary tools to cease the flow…or perhaps, encourage the release. An abstract combination of malevolence and transgression has enabled the hand forward, the torque profitable. The leak expired. Please, allow my waves the privilege to crash upon your waders. I have dug in, rooted in the perversity, entrenched in the limitations, and bruised by the morality.
Truth be told, and if it were, doubt would still slither its' way into your supposition. Torch carrying is a responsibility undertaken with determination. The challenge is to remain steadfast and true. This is not always an achievable task. Perceptions often refute validation, but a ripened integrity allows balance. Disclosure is promising, beautiful; I will not take it back, and neither will you.
Allies and underlings, consider both hostages to mutual enforcement. The brigade advanced, and all fell in as agreed. Should I follow...or jump ship and purchase my validity with wadded up paper airplanes?
p.s. the ghost that floats by here now again find a way.
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Anonymous @ 4:22 P.M.
You only wish I was discussing about you
Why be so coy?
Care to elaborate anonymous?
Hunc tu caveto
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