Tragedy of Wanderer:

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Orphaned by the day, forsaken by the night and the grim prospect of survival often forces one to prostitutize one’s modest immodesties. They have surprising ability to save one from drowning beyond the limits of life saving despairs. All it needs is pervertization of ones dreams while fetishising about the nightmares. Exaggerations soon leaves you asking for more. You have to dug deeper, beyond the manipulating tempestuous sight of glittery flesh and bones, there you may come to find the hidden treasures of ecstasies. He couldn’t resist licking his wounds, he thought he was keeping them clean. Those insignificant flies pose a significantly greater risk to one’s existential crisis than the dilemmas of despair, perhaps because for them it is just another piece of rotten meat, while one persists to keep it as a souvenir. You are what you eat, but you are also what you leave in the plate. He didn’t like to leave anything behind, he was greedy, couldn’t resist the temptation to devour all of it, even at the cost of being gagged and choked to death in his own vomit. There was nothing to be disgusted about, given a chance perhaps he would have licked the surface clean too. Alas…!”