Psychedelic Corollary O’ Climacteric Periapt.

⠀ Whilom Well-sculpted, the Presence of Theirs Who Extolled the Pulchritude of a Canvas. Pilgrimaging their most propitious steps betwixt the clement laurels they used to shroud—naught could evermore enounce whereby portentous the aptitudes they plumb enswathed to notch up as one of their fulgent flairs. Emitting incandescences upon their prowess in craftworks to be the niftiest, any affable phrases of pious abetment were the sole unities that marshaled them to wise up those new essences of being free. The bird coveted the eschewal to define themselves, also the dauntlessness to evince their dexterities at their finest. Meticulously bending the brushes onto the palette, everyone who revered their presence fathomed that they would be abounding the most whenever it debarked to artistry. The foreign senses they one-time scrutinized for along with the liberty approached, attaining them such a bunch of credence to be poured down in all their schemes. In sooth, no mere entities could ever thrive to withdraw their ridge of the dignity of self but the corporalities of quills, canvas, and colorants. Beguiled mid the soothing devotion of the mild tenderness of that autumnal equinox, they were flat-out born to bepaint the split seconds of junctures. Tippytoed by the sequences of favor, it foolproof was elusive enough for them to attune to their milieu at first. Nonetheless, destiny beseemed to eventuate otherwise—did not it? Bequeathed forth by the benign endowments from the idyll above, once they commenced engendering their paintbrushes in the pigments, all motley shades of the colors shall immix and merge into one. To them, art was a moiety of their abiding psyche, the genesis of their top-notch beatitude. ⠀

⠀ To relish the ivory locking horns towards the miscellany, Those who bury abaft the concrete with no heir, Hollow out the query of whom it was molded for, Naught but dilute to thole somewhither. Whilst the stain belting onto the ebb, Somber delight keeps peregri- nating betwixt yon and hither, Now in the asylum of adoration I linger, 'Tis the pinpoint kismet to necrose in aye. ⠀

ㅤㅤ The quadrivium–opium emerges as a quintessence ballyhooed epithet in the abodes of the saints. The luminousness gem’s bounteous emblem can‘t even concoct how their effluvium kismet is mystifying, heated in larney’s demos. They take convenience of the acumen of claret lore, with espousal they will be anchored. The crescent moons vent how their dwelling is as the center of the vortex, greedily annexing them. When the canton is filled with the bustle of nomads, there are looms: those who play to fortify antiquities into vast acres. The casuistic-chatter enervates out surrounded by phyllodes of cutellans with essence on the shaft of a quil with sui-generis magniloquence by surveillance that acknowledges of the fortitude of Copernican heliocentricity. The meshed calicos anchors the bloc of effulgence on the phosphorescently wiry garb cercopithecoid & th’ naive syllabus is on the frosted eld compendium summarily, the sept of panache adapts to marauds the havoc belying the grime of the naiad duodendum into deuce meeds. ㅤㅤ

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