the previous life of fich-molte

he he he
okay, i was trapped in a circle, a cyclic filth, yay!
and i cracked it with my two arms and two legs
then i got myself a rectangle: you believe me ha??
and i started to push it
slowly at first, then quickening
like lightning!
and as a i pushed my rectangle
with my two arms connected: a spear, cracking the edge of the geometrye
i, now a triangle, cutting like a knife
through the forests of the night
he he he!
ye, ye, ye:
no immortal hand or eye
could frame my fucked up symmetrye!
listen, listen!!!
and in the wake of my adversity
i left small blossoms of fire
burning the two sides of my triangle
amazing! delicious! tasty!
you hear the acrid smell of my hands?
you see the laughter in my mane?
aaaaaaah! haaaaaaaa!
the two sides consumed:
i stopped on top.

now i stand here, in the middle of this abyss:
a point.

and my impending shit will fall up to the firmament.

he he he...