the Spider and its Master

Existentialism of metamorphosis

The Spider and its Master.

 

 

In the nearest Jungle, were a Spider and its Master.  The Spider climbed into giganteas leaflets.  Many eyes could not deceive the Spider.  The Master so in love forgot at times.  The Master pushed his Spider.  The Spider screamed.  The echoes of the spider climbed agitation enward[1] Jungle.  Silence.  It fell to the ground.  Its Master stepped on what once he deloved.[2]Scrawny, betailed[3] silence of tears.

 

 

 

 

The rain poured and poured.  The Spider so ever lifeless.  Time moved on.  The season passed.  The footsteps he once loved, still dwelled.  Its heart pumped.  It’s beety-eyes moved everywhere.  ‘Spider come to me,’ as if it had been a day of ounce, once.  The open trail rekindled an asmay.[4]

 

 

 

 

The Master fell grave.   Didn’t go to the grave.  Not even a spin-full.  Pride a kiss; wrapped in squech, and futted.

 

 

 

 

He once was a spider.  Now no longer a man.  Coscousness being suttered he could even get the

Igorethmic dish.  Relevance consgosciousity[5]

 

The Spider and Its Master.       Maynard James Keenan.   Edgar Allen Poe.  My condolences attribute all.

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[1] Enward: deep into the woods.

[2] Deloved: loved but no longer even condisdered.

[3] Betailed: linger

[4] Asmay: no more dismay (dissappoinment.)

[5] Relevance consgosciousity: it really matters at one point now it does not even remember (the sumbcouscious and conscious minde.)

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy (enjoyed) the fabulosa, that entangles existentialism.
Fabulosa is dear to I. I bring forth innocence where children are frighten
and the world is only existent for a child. Adults might envy such,
or nurse. Unforgettable in every way.