Pixilated presence leered over my shoulder Impetuous confidence exuded the stench of saltwater left to winter in a caliginous closet. He professed no apologies for theomanic visions, puissant neurosis, religious leverage. Proscribed my moral direction demagnetized by megalomaniac mendaciousness.
Yet the more he spouted recklessly the more he swayed in his interlunar lunacy - stronger at midday - more forceful with a fortified diet - cigar afterwards - brandy snifter pockmarked by chapped lips; A satiated gourmand, mouth aflame and sullied brain.
Awaken after his bacchanalian recourse he launched vociferously into dogmatic digressions to an empty cupboard and an idle-brained audience of him & Him.
For I left alone, taking the long way round, Fearful of being mistaken for a zealot, or worse still, An epigone, poor both in manners and money, plagued by theological halitosis. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. The incense flutters past The Stations no longer. I know the hill where I confess my love of man and donned mortality once more.
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