By Tarquinus Superbus
The heat that crawls in fiery ringlets across the wings of angels is a heat that touches us all, breathes into us and through us, becomes part of us and leaves on a fire of life and sound. We are all of us eternal, and the mask of the physical is the only true evil.
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BIO: I am the last king of Rome. I’ve never much cared for republicans.
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