This malady in thoughts! May to I will..
Will it ever assuage?; Aye! This liking of serene malevolence: scry my intention, behove my sedentary stance. Albeit: I forborne obsequiousness- a rubrication of myself, that.. "I melee the- dark extremities of my 'rubik's cube."; what a joke...so suggestive...making a 'farce of crows' seem ingenuously meek.

Barren of: time's- depreciable follies.. I maunder in duplicity.
Confabulate...collude...contrive with an unparalleled concomitant- Maxwell's daimon: Buer.

Exterior- my compartmentalism; sits the malaise of Mr Crowley. (a manifest of malversation) The fetter to my manumission; this esoteric expurgation upon my vehement life force.
The captor/keeper of.. My mellifluent antidote for my- malady in thoughts: (beguiling vermilion peril) my angel- Victoria K. G.