mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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the quinine & aromatic bitters keep my head from splitting open like an egg! for i have a brain so sulphurous, so dripping whith phlogiston. the product of that whimsical apothecary whith did brew a hoary race of whith swam in waters that were black when the hyborean oceans were old. poured us out from his broken mold to wreck ruin upon the lies of this world, this shell- for this cracked pane is but another qlipah. so don't mind me if i traipse about drunk on rhemutism remedies & snake oil. i am biding my time yet for a while. i have my sword to the grindstone; let the sound remind you that your time here is short. i am going home soon to be whith those i am missing.

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