The world can't get enough of this....Is reading this a curse or some lucky ****?

Social balances corrupted when I produce aggressive logic the acrid smoke covers your Aura blocking out any positive connection from this...

Timeless literature. The ***** in you.

Gives me no choice but to play the disobedient hero.  

Zero in on my location.

The person they killed was my imposter waiting.

It hath been too long since they seen my face.

Picture this.  I'm five out of six of my apprentices, but I don't think much of it.

The Suntoucher.

The surface was Artic cold it froze up her soul. Its remarkable. How can the sun be this cold?

Things are not always the way they seem.

To torment a woman with false hope is to basically leave her stuck in a dream..

I pity those who use love to raise their self esteem.

I told my wife to never depend on me for she can conquer it all...

and I'll never depend on her for she is not the reason for this ART.

She understands this for we are both rationalists.....



She is being reaped and sow at the same time.


For we represent TIME. I play the sun and she plays the moon.

Together we form the sky.

I never let her gorgeous looks get to me.

For I know the recipe.

Based on proven principle.

This is my holistic approach.

Now I hate women BECAUSE

"How is it that we become sympathetic towards the pity of the ones with superficial attributes?"

The lack of human stimulation did not amaze him.

She tried to tame him.

Her impulsive actions, her military mood, was powerless towards his VIEWS.

My Jupiter Aspects her mars.

She took my criticism and analyzed it to the stars.

Now rejection plays a part on whether or not she's a hero or emotionally scarred.

She said "Now I know who you are !"

I said "0bviously you stupid *****!

"You didn't think I knew the games you've played weren't fixed? "

You're conditioned to all that ****.  

See I don't hate you I just hate the you that you misrepresented yourself to me as. Which technically is not the REAL you.

She is the eclipse to my sun.

Created in the image of my greatest ambitions.

I feel her unconditional love that manifested into this dimension.

These feelings,

created deep within my black ocean

only to reach the light that is her heart.  

I am one with your imperfections.

I am one with your ART.

The moon lights my dark ocean...

The myriad of this emotion

the magnetism of her mystery.

Look at what YOU chose. The typical. **** or ***? Peep the visuals. What does it take to trigger dopamines towards your hopes and dreams? This excitement felt through your cell tissue. Electrogenesis. You'll never See the end of this. I Implore you to reproduce these sentences. This my life story the benevolency before me told me my birth date was holy. Understand this poetry. This composition is salubrious. My darkness has me illuminated with no changes. The unchangeable. Refuting YOUR professors theories they're all meant to fear me. **** this new **** it all seems counter intuitive. I'M tired of this student ****..

Blue colors are attracted to me.  

My Destiny.

To Explore The Mother Sea.

But what can that mean specifically?

I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality.

Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress..

To proceed.

is to progress.

ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet.


No regrets I know the ledge

these words will remain under the sea bed.

The color blue.  

My love for you.  

Mý Mood .

It feels so vivid (frequency)

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Constantly thinking every minute. ^ v


Huh **** un be  defferent ?
            
If the NEW sttlyle is toby differant.



If these words were a drug

(  Cough- needle hits arm.  )    


                                               I will never kick it.  


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Peep the will in me.





Emotional stability.




Responsibility.  ( Freedom = responsibility )




In  Truth  ,  Love  ,


& symmetry. 



My patience...

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My life After death



Only a lucky few shall recycle my genius.


 The lack of human stimulation



did not amaze him..


Annoyed with their commotion.


Lifeforms


distracted through mixed emotions.

The catacombs. the dead resurfaces  as I write this poem.



This is all expressed to my ocean.

Trust it.

Climb the summit.


Learn to rise above it.


My communication.

My operation.

My construct.




     He had a schizophrenic disease.