Day 6
I'm an outspoken woman—truly.
Your comprehension, within this syntax of unnavigable obliquity, pivots on the voluntary renunciation of your vices. One cannot learn to decipher the subtleties radiating from solstitial dignitaries without first complying to atone. Refine your lifestyle. Unshackle yourself from the habituation of dissolute antics. In turn, your efforts will synergize with the elements—codified, fractal verities—aiding towards personal lustration. Understand that you will be conceding upwards of aeons, diminishing inorganic matter and muting external stimuli in pursuit of the de‐abstraction of actinic rays. The keenest of kitizens will be conferred an ominous compass of heat—a lavishly scrimshawed device, known as a sundial.
A globular handicraft with an ivory base, varnished routinely between decades, featuring a lambently gilt gnomon, and faintly etched with the claw marks of your predecessors. The optimal tool for receiving—and sieving through—litanies beamed from the heavens.
daily augury:buttonbush covered in friends
current mood:penitent
for your listening:My Sister's Machine – Cracking New Ground
critter companion:ufotchi
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