that's not it it
what i want i just... what it's like! not to be told but to know to experience as mine, mine! never changing always... what I want. what they have. assuredly worthless philanthropy i am you don't didn't, won't. mine. all mine.
intrusion on the convenant between believer and air impregnated by unwavering faith o nata lux de lumine a pattern that commands with no physical body but that of notes fed by black blood o nata lux de lumine in exultation revered in sacrosanct fear assured, drawing near eternally trapped in song this light born of light
tiny pencil shaving ships
in the green glass bottle sail san pelligrino seas that fizz and boil endlessly in the enchanting microcosm
clink clink clank cling ding
ding-ding clack ding ding clink clink clack masquerade pianissimo charade heart strings pulled taught by a known gentleman transformed into an unknown savior flying faces other worldly in expression but not intent all are drawn blankly lustful craving distinction from a sea of flamboyant feathers stretched personas masquerade freedom is her trade the light in your eyes the corners of your lips for a mask and a fanciful freedom alive in compartmentalized limits clink clink clank cling ding ding-ding clack ding ding clink clink clack ding ding the song masked musicians play isn't a song at all but a simple masquerade
he cut the orange into halves
reveling the deep crimson flesh tilting his head "vould you like halv" he asked thick accent, warm and sticky "i didn't expect it to look well..so much like ****** flesh" he cupped his hand around one half and stood slowly from his chair "blood?" he walked over, measured steps and came to my back turned the orange over as a smile played at the edges of his lips and squeezed the ruby liquid hit my hair turning the blond red and silently down my face "like sis? blood, yes?" as the first drop hit my chest
i need this time of mine
to think, to feel, to act (irrationally) intertwined between me and you and what we're destined to do am i a formidiable enemy? a legitimate opponent? or do you choose me to ruin me? is there up, is there out? having prowess no one doubts when circles bend to squares under the power of my stare
"biology is ruthlessly cold, without a soul, it makes you think your only purpose in life.... is to reproduce" but isn't that it? that's the point. to be blinded by biology, psychology. neurotransmitters. into reproducing happily with a partner. someone to gently warm you with their hand's caress until death makes you both cold? i remember the days, i stumbled about the world fooled blind by notions. fool me again. i learn instead cells form tissues, organs, ***** systems, bodies. that clench and bend with emotion and thought... but never touch. even when closest, separated. the pressure felt our own cells squishing together to make sure of that. do you know... do you know that? we never touch... betrayed by biology i let science and fact go the flood the realization we never touch... we never actually touch. and i never was actually warm.
survives solely on coffee beans
they search for a cure for cancer
the disease that takes so many souls but who is looking for the cure for love that in the end will **** us all cancer may ravage our bodies but love does this to our minds and our minds control our bodies love leaves only aftermath shells behind cancer claims its victims tortures them then bids them peace but no one has ever died of love without a stab wound at least love can also cure and we shouldn't regret that without love the people who die of cancer they would be too easy to forget :)
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