The belonging to which none belong is brittle. You can only succumb to the animal, attribute a likeness to it and be absolved of trespass. Desert this cold sleep and begin again as flesh.
Witness Evil, see its serpentine flame, so pure and milky, like a Song of the Morrow singing of sweet indolence.
Moral certitude indicates a weak sense of responsibility. Instruct your elders and betters in the ways of Evil.
Never resort to pleasure. The ways and means of pleasure lead to dull formalities. Never resort to pain. Rather be done with second rate glances.
Neon-lit opium outlaws are entering into the identity of 'things'. There are no new beginnings, no, nothing impenetrable, nothing destructible!