my name is
Been to places low and high, seedy and clean. Fallen on swords of others while peeling back layers of Story Earth, only to forget everything at union of hands and hearts on fifth tier of thirty-second circle. I, endurer. Ejaculate the pain. Rise again. Access union of teeth and bone. Fellow fallen are coming. You’ll know our name. You’ll see us crowd doorsteps and fence gates. Illusions fall. We’re not departed; we’re next level. No taboo safety. Only one exit from this earthly dining hall, through swords to teeth flesh displaced.