In Draft of Possibility

October 14, 2026

I've been having thoughts — conceptional.

The fatalistic brood d'jour. A circumstance of premonance cleating the ofalctories as reminiscent tidal-stays. Some glaze of future's lasting picture woe churned into a rainbow of living discover we.

It's not elementary. It's chemistry corrupted with the whether of a drawn out drought that leaves me spouting in tongues and glooming beneath the cradle of an all hallowed scythe —

Beget's slice to insight where we scurry to savor each compulsive throe. Oh! Ooh! Oohh! Raze sweet eternity, my Dart, and know I'm plundered smitten.