The 7th issue

Now a new beginning settled endowed with great honor with my endearly mother, the cool... or cold father, my lover (the phantom) and the mad hatter. In this established thought of adventure I experience another rape culture with a settled fraternity whom I hated most of my life. I'd experience a motiff of punches and an ethereal ardors of their keenliness with my body. In the dark path of my mind I see them as group of people emotionally in touch with me recently, it's life adventure that I struggled myself to escape. But my sentiments of running a sweet life one of them let me feel the sweetes caress after the hatred of myself as a woman in this public world. An image of a running conscience against the strife of mystery in my day of sabbath becomes quite delicate and had to murmur the wisdom that I have to envigorate myself just to carry my body in this fiefdom of weird confraternity. The strangles, kicks and whips against my body of antagonizing people who had a culture of great belief but sometimes encompassed a very difficult niche in each facets of life. I think of myself that this should end my life struggles from deterring forces of natures. The aspects of their culture is quite difficult to understand but future may say how creed affect their circumstance. At least I escaped the thousand messages of their whips, with my securities in this entire espionage everything ended with a voluminous knowledge but the merciless struggles never undermine my womanhood. In the heave of my mission to study different cultures around, the phantom explained me of the touches of ravages I experienced from his insults. Then everything made me learn how to conquer myself though difficult it is that in the lashes of poisonous daunts I tend myself that he do save me against the entire destruction of that fraternity who may give me detriment. Like a story of 50 shades of grey I become enthusiastic of how everything happened in the universe that I learned how to become a rouge in the succulent perceptions they have in this continuous covert acts. As an intelligence, a writer and sociologist like Nancy Drew in that world I saw different groups of people that I may discuss after a plunge of this wisdom. Seeing a society, this endearly mother taught me of things which is quite feastive when it comes to indulgence of a love story that I must learn to carry in my sojourn in life... It's a day of sacrilege against my youth the tries to dethrone my life.