The arrangement of
situations into delicate orders promising full maximization of masochistic
self-tyranny.
The imagination at the
center of it all, nibbling spare details, assembling them into pure products of
private anguish.
The world entire is the
inkwell for the penning of your terror.
All considerations will be
made, all observations will be disfigured and prostituted.
Who initiated this mission
of the psyche?
How does a mind come to embody
so perfectly its own gravest enemy?
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