Shall we dual with pistols or rapier Chaos?
You load my dice and blow on them too! ::Swoon::
How deceptive of you.
But you see… I’m too clever for you Chaos.
You painted mask for primal law…
Excuse for patterns I can’t find.
I am a abacus on crack, calculating my way through the earth to china– given enough time.
I’m twenty three years into my Mona Lisa,
Done it all so far with my own hair.
The true finesse was done with the beard I only this year learned to grow.
A few horse hair brushes would have been nice– and a real canvas,
But Mona Lisa would practically paint her self with those tools.
I know myself like a tired lover,
Who knows his partners thoughts before his own.
Sometimes I just look at myself knowingly, and don’t say anything at all.