(i am) no longer the witless fool to ott and too.

i can bleed once again. ' wonderful to be human

ott's contract

something slate.  something broke.  something wore.  something glue.

seems i test everyone around me too much.  i am overwhelmed or indecisive - too much.
too much, it seems, i enjoy the simplest things without bias to any sort of alignment of moral or culture.
boundless lines.

blurred.

but clear.

an infinite box folding and folding the tears~

until the simmer takes and the shadows argue the lighter sides we pick through.

life is existence and existence is connection.  every turn made is saturate tooth biting and turning the flesh into nonsense that has sense beyond sense. 

my thoughts are inundated with the fantastic and miraculous. surrounded.

outnumbered.

horribly outnumbered.

but ott says he'll offer me a deal. his jargon twists the pact but he is no trickster. his will is to teach not to spoil.  an attractive offer.
ott's byproduct is the notorious cotsy. it is not entirely his fault they exist; that they trap the distracted with complacency. but ott, knowing the fates dealt by those couched-beasts, does nothing because he is too attached to the realm he's cultured over the ages.

the alternatives are myth so i'll take the deal.