alice in araf

Words are darker whilst fire burns along… That overtly is said afore, at times, scarcely there is nothing new newly said under the blue sky… Yet what we feel is what our eyes own, what we hide is known through trembling hands of the agitated human nature. Is there an adversary between the known and said, then let the known be said? In the constant state of seeking things, wisdom, power or the mere ego they all serve, gathered many are to keep the blowing wild wind through the pen strokes. This guinea pig is but a subject of ultimate competition among these identities… embodied within the antipathetic lyrics in praise of various phalli… The arena is Araf, with another saying, the phase between earthly strength and heavenly feelings, script and reason. Alice then is a body many protagonists yearn to attain. Alice is the one through which the characterial thoughts of Araf long to come into existence, words inked on paper. Then, ruled the maker, Alice is me...


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