intellectual properties

internal pyres

.the altar of your discontent.

what do you offer there?
what do you burn?

burn it. burn the altar,
in sacrifice to itself.

.::.

will to power:
in those rare moments when the vision of what is really wanted
finally appears -
mind and life must be opened and rearranged.
the dream rarely actualizes itself -
when it does: a curse.

.::.

I’ve acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake

.::.

every dream contains its own interpretation.

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