
Paradigm of the Tyrant
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“Her golden earth to his sea.”
The Adam persona, its partitions, and the gold in the center.

Coming soon
“Her golden earth to his sea.”

Coming soon
“Something is dead, or someone.”

“This Friday we can get tipsy; I’ll cry, you’ll tell me I’m beautiful, read to me…”

“Flowery language will not, cannot, hide the gnarled rot.”

“By the web he thought of no longer—by unrequited wings that bore him to the defining moment”

“Something else hid within him, his toska a mere symptom. Something partitioned off.”

“Why were you up so late last night?”

“Adam didn’t know what to offer of himself to counterbalance a terror unknowable to him.”

“Silence settles between the scarabeous man and the gilt woman.”