I write into this book physically, into the words and letters. On the page and inside/ out of the page. Onto your eyes as they slowly sink in deeper. I etch myself into you, word by word, syllable by syllable, sentence by sentence, a truly alive book. I write on your soul, should you be the lucky carrier of one. I write on Your lies, I mean Mine, I mean Them, completely convincing you, of our beauty. I propose to you, to enter into a relationship with this book, because to inscribe yourself into this book, you will have to make a deal with the Devil a.k.a. Mr Saintly Saint. This relation is meant to come crashing in thunder and smoke, penetrate so deeply where no eyes ever penetrate to then self ignite and leave a beautiful nothing behind, clearing any and every mention of the book or its author. Not becoming a reliance to live a better or worse life. This beautiful something becoming the overarching theme of life. Clearing a lot of muck along the way, in which only some few pearls will be found. Cleared of their muck they show their true beauty. The book itself though won't be your solution. This book is insanity between some pages.

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