Making a trillion Dollars was supposed to make Me happy; it did.
Category: Philemon project
Twin’s Lament
My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Gnosis
Wisdom distilled as Data, shot backward in time, Pentagrammaton
Perfection
Profoundly broken, I must trust in a rising Harmonization
Entelechy
Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
I Have a Secret
Let me swear you to Secrecy. I have found the key. The gateway to your Dreams. You have it too. We don’t need to act
Melodramatic Physician 