MY POLYGON
CRAWLING BEASTS AROUND BRING INSPIRATION IN THEIR JAWS, THEIR CLAWS. TREASURES FOR FOOLS, IDIOTS, MANIACS. ALL OF THOSE ARE THE SAME ONE NUMBER. ALL THAT DUMBNESS, NUMBNESS, LAZINESS, TIREDNESS. IT'S A WEAKNESS. WEAKENINGS. DIMINISHMENTS. NON-QUALITY. DESTRUCTION IS A COMPLETE TOOL. PRIMITIVISM IS THE SLAVERY ENGINE.
FATAL ERRORS ON YOUR FACES, STRETCHED MOUTHS, DEVASTATED EYES. TWO HOLES, NO RESPONSE. NO RESPONSIVE HOPES, NO REFLECTING BODIES. ZERO TOLERANCE TOWARDS HEALTH AND SICKNESS AT THE SAME TIME. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND, LIAR. STAY AWAY FROM FUTURE MALIGNANT DETONATIONS. I HAVE NO BOUNDARIES OF DESCRIPTION. NO BOUNDARIES. THESE ARE FALSELY MADE MISTAKES, GOVERNED BY FALSELY IMITATED MINDS. SICKNESS IS WHAT BRINGS THE TREASURE SEEKER UNDER THE CLAWS OF THE BEAST. THE DOG. FILTH.
YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THIS, FOR IT IS THE FINAL TRUTH OF THE TRUTHS. EVERYTHING ELSE BEING MADE, AND WILL BE MADE, IS AN IMITATION OF DINOYA'S REVELATION. STAY AWAY FROM FUTURE IGNITION SOURCES.
I AM THE GROUND YOU ARE STANDING ON, UNMOVING, UNWILLING TO MOVE. AS WELL AS I AM THE ONE WHO IS ABOVE THE GROUND YOU ARE STANDING ON. WILLING TO MOVE, WILLING TO AFFECT. THESE CONCENTRATES ARE IMPORTANT NOTES IN THE FLESH. STERILISED AND INEFFECTIVE, AS EVERYTHING ELSE THROWN INTO THIS PRESENT WORLD.
SAVAGES, BRUTES, ANIMALS. THEY ARE DEVOID OF HUMAN-LIKE RESPONSIBILITY AND ATTRACTION TO THE WISE. THE KNOWLEDGE FOUND WITHIN. THE WISDOM FOUND WITHIN. EVERYTHING IS CORRECT AND WORKS, IF YOU ASK. YOU CAN ASK AND THE ANSWER IS ON YOUR OPEN MOUTH, LAZINESS AND DUMBNESS, MUSCLE NUMBNESS. WEAKNESS IS NOT AN EXCEPTION. THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS, EXCEPT ONES MADE BY YOUR WILL. FILL THE INTEREST WITH CONSTANT SUFFERING, WRITING IT ALL DOWN SEEMS LIKE HEALING.
NO FOOLS ALLOWED TO THE GOODS. THE GOODS ARE TREASURES HIDDEN UNDERGROUND OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD MAP. DINOYA'S POLYGON. PLAYING FIELD. PLAYING GROUND. GROUNDS, FIELDS, POLYGONS. YES, THIS IS THE ANSWER. YES, THIS IS THE HIGHEST POINT OF INTEREST. YES, IT IS UNAFFECTED, FOR IT HAS SURVIVED EVERYTHING. AND NOTHING IS LEFT OUT OF ANYTHING UNDER THE GROUND YOU ARE STANDING ON. ON THE GROUND THAT IS ME. UNWILLING TO MOVE, TO AFFECT, TO DESTROY. YET I AM ABOVE, SOMETHING THAT CONTROLS, AFFECTS, DEFORMS, BRINGS QUALITY - CHANGES, TRANSFORMS, GIVES BIRTH.
IT IS ALL IN MY HANDS AND IN THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO ARE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE, TO UNDERSTAND THE LAYERS OF THESE PROPHETIC REALMS, THE KEYS HIDDEN UNDER THE LINES. WALKING NOTES IN THE FLESH. AROUND THE AIR, A TRACE OF DAMAGE. INSIDE THE BODY, A POINT, A SPOT, AN OBSERVING LIFELESS AND DEATHLESS SOMETHING. WHAT IS THIS THING. CAN IT BE DESCRIBED. CAN IT BE AFFECTED THE SAME WAY AS THE REST OF THE ORGANISM. CAN IT BE TRANSFORMED, DEFORMED, CHANGED. CAN IT GET SICK AND HEAL.
NOTHING AWAITS AN ANSWER, FOR EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW, AT THIS VERY MOMENT, IN THE STATE OF PRESENT WORLD, IS LYING FACE DOWN, BURIED INTO THE GROUND YOU ARE STANDING ON. FIND THE ONE THAT HAS A REFLECTION. I HAVE NO MORE WORDS, NOTHING TO SPILL OUT. A LOVINGLY LOOKING, ALWAYS SEEKING CREATURE. NOT HERE. THIS IS THE ABANDONMENT. A STRATEGY OF TEAR DAMAGE. SPEAR DAMAGE. CONSIDER FOLLOWING THE MESSAGE OF COLLAPSE. BE IN THE CENTRE, BE IN THE MIDDLE OF YOURSELF. HOLD THE GROUND, HOLD THE BODY. HOPES ARE KNOCKED ON THE GROUND YOU ARE STANDING ON. DON'T FORGET WHAT THIS GROUND CONSISTS OF.
ONE MAN-MADE THING COLLAPSES, THE OTHER ONE COLLAPSES SLIGHTLY LATER. EITHER WAY, IT'S DOOMED. ANOTHER ONE, CIRCLING IN CYCLES, CYCLING THESE CIRCLES. I DO BELIEVE IN DISBELIEF IN ANYTHING. I AM THESE HOT SPOTS OF NON-RESURRECTION. THE DARKEST NIGHT HOUR.
DINOYA 18/6/22 - 30/6/22 6/18/22 - 6/30/22
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