Then someday, he shall find his damsel. She won't ever be in distress because he wouldn't allow her to be. He will twirl her hairs of blackened silk as he sings to her some arias before they sleep. He will lip-read with her lines from her favourite films. Together, he and her will glide across the skies in a balloon of hot air.
All the things he doesn't and all the ways he isn't, someday he will do and will be. All of these shall happen in the future tense. The future shall be tense for him and her damsel. She will be incomparable amongst his previous loves and lusts. And she will slaughter him. She will smother him.
Then probably, someday.
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Then someday, he shall find his damsel. She won't ever be in distress because he wouldn't allow her to be. He will twirl her hairs of blackened silk as he sings to her some arias before they sleep. He will lip-read with her lines from her favourite films. Together, he and her will glide across the skies in a balloon of hot air.
All the things he doesn't and all the ways he isn't, someday he will do and will be. All of these shall happen in the future tense. The future shall be tense for him and her damsel. She will be incomparable amongst his previous loves and lusts. And she will slaughter him. She will smother him.
Then probably, someday.
All the things he doesn't and all the ways he isn't, someday he will do and will be. All of these shall happen in the future tense. The future shall be tense for him and her damsel. She will be incomparable amongst his previous loves and lusts. And she will slaughter him. She will smother him.
Then probably, someday.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
