Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Foggy morn.

Ensorcelled, sealed in a tower with a fawning deaf-mute, slowly going mad.

When magicks go wrong- well, it isn't pretty. Will endeavor to keep the Sefirot more clearly in mind in future, thank G-d I take such pains with my protective circles.

Keeping my eyes on the Aleph, boning up on combinatorics.

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