When you look deep into my pitch black eyes, you're instantly mesmerized. You feel pull stronger than anything ever, like black matter is magnetizing you to look closer, don't look away. But when you look at my face, nothing is amiss. My face was perfectly crafted to make you weak, submissive and crave to be mine. My face is a symphony of symmetry and my eyes make yours want to pop out of your sockets so they can crawl into mine. You want to climb into my eyes because you can see your submission in them, you can see the whole universe in them. The longer you look the lesser is the possibility of you to ever look back, look away. You can't, you could never forget my superior face. You must worship and belong to such a perfect face. Your desire to be subdued by beauty is coming true. You're falling in love with falling for me. Follow me on Twitter at Thealogic, at worshipthealogy for promo tweets, at THXCLUSTER for drones.