the publishing of stories based ON the very music is HOPEFULLY not SPAM?
well, lets see i mean, who cares for art.
songs used after satiriasis, lord abortion, beneath the howling stars
this will once be composed as
posttriaellegy (the opera heightline before the afteropera) eth ehr rith, first three, t is the postriaellegy, the h is a coiling of long whispers, some after shocks, side stories, spins, more whisper lines, and a little bang, then more whispers, and a final drum, and ssssssssszsss then it sleeps, then the next three sentences of etherith begin.
and yes, schopehauer sentences are the longest, mine are even longer sometimes, and lautreamont is also among the longest sentence writers.
an apocalyps in my story, never happens, it sort of screws up the universe at times, and my music.
next sentence only you get another posttriaellegy, but then SOME of you be sitting on a planet, with giant holograms for movies, and well, sound DOES, have limits to get bigger, ADRENALINE, has also, but it never bores in any way. the 200 years before you can always cry at the lost times.
the opera is being developed on basis of INSPIRATION hope we get copyrights somehowwww
andhhhhhh, the first war was over, and hethred, seat on a large spine of a traingle, rose, the triangle as shadow, it rose, it split the all deeps so high she coiled deeper below high athrone seated, higher then the heights of the titaniums depths, lower, shadow so vast, trough the lones waterdrops in billions of years for the lones and the ones found only rarely, all alone, and still deeper, and the radiant vixen blades swirling even fled, and it rose beyond, and the shadow was as blot as hethreds anger... and above, mellow wept melancholy, and took a breath, so sleep a breath, and shivered, so cold, and she sighed, so slooow, as times slooow, hundreds of years, the angels fell as if eaten back into their altars of ice, absinth and opiata and sephiaeh, all hummed of a tears trough the skins, so cryyying, so in sweeeeet be lyyying, lying of love, and a moment of silence, a bleu moment before war, and hethred unleashed her armies, her four daughters eaten legions all her cast, from the myriads to her now all legions lesbians swung, alllll into the dark, the legions of rothhalm swung above, the gates ripped, cracks appeared, the windows bricked splintered, splinters right, left, assymetrical they shot flung into the dirt pounding on the dirt, casting clouds, giant windowss splinters of the dungeons below in the ravine of thetanium, threw blows clouds bombs as if onto the sand and dust splinters, and shot and broke rocks this splinters, legions from the fine pyramid, silver in one cast, leaped leaped down over the rothalm fractures, glimmer spirits blacklucid spirits leaaaaaaps of stealth, absinth, opiatic, sepheah, three generalesse of melancholy, as bolders fell, as doves dead counters and lay before hate as feathers, the all shook, the fires upon earth such symmetries, among the coiling sparks of the red fireworks, but sizes of mm, sizes of seeds broken or tortured or scattered, or burnt roasted and fracturing and shrivelled of pains, this red sweet life tumbling all over, the pains none knew, and as yet, it was all and the majestic fire arts of hethred, craaaaze of her madness, the fallen as doves, the crying as angels, as waters, as woe, as sleeeps of silk,... hethred, for destroy the reality a billion times, did but a cigarette lighted, she, for an earth, for reality even, but on earth, enough was enough. her black ladies raged of more height then fumes that grow stars but as fumes be a fume of thousands of miles if the reality, was... a grain of rice...
mods please move this topic to where it belongs
Hydra 666 said:
He still keeps posting dumbshit on other social networks.
Nox Tyrannus said:
Whatever happened to this clown?