My tongue had went numb for a second. She told me that my fists were
amazing, yet, she never held them long, without switching her grasp.
Electrifying is the mist of lies, when you’re inhaling all it’s blue.
Then you think to yourself, I don’t need any other kind of gold around
my neck. So you stop mining, and keep your soul aligned with this
element, whilst the transmutation, and fusion of others, happen
periodically. You notice your neck oxidizing, like the flesh of
Liberty, it’s not as real as you thought. Soldering Aluminium was so
pleasurable, you found Iodine…..unfortunately, you were 26 steps
behind AUnique substance. Swallowing it all, drowning yourself in
Flourine, because you thought you were Strontium, and became yo
Krypton…fool, Karma….for the ones you’ve bonded with atomically,
and left to sit, dry, and die.
Die a death we are, because the Gods are in the mirrors of our
bathrooms. Stuck complaining about the demise we created for
ourselves….how I miss you green Arsenic; thus the eight legged
scientist can only manipulate his tail, to spill poison into the mouths
of sleepy conscious Goddesses…they’re so lovely, but where’s her crown King? Oh.