July 21, 2011
I am the architect of such shameless endeavors that crown the steel palaces and lace the rose-strewn avenues, the caller of all foolish deeds and improper practices, strange encounters and poisoned thoughts…
And here on my throne I lay a graying skeleton of sorts, a petite frame of a frail little girl, as a reminder to the rest of you, of what we have done to this world, what humanity has become.

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