The cratsmanship of the body
trecangles ebelie gordon(gun)
ph 10.10.8,140305-8...2014...5679857601...111
cerebling like a gatteux
with cake crumbling off the sodes
fixed to you r chest ike hard boiled agg shells
that get stuck on the egg
infilatrated I was once more, by the confucion/distinction
between God and power
and the suits thar they wear
to cover up all their other little atoms.
feasting you might call it
as the gawping , like degradation
was the sarangetti stands tall
What can I say to make my words sound more profound oh God help me with this for poo ever nanny.
the light in the dark room shone normally, not a blink from passers by, as one tends to look up at dark windows more than light ones in the evening; Then at night vice versa. I guess we all look for what we want. Whether that be in the form of justice, exercise, socializing, or even understanding.
There's no particular motive for wandering past and looking up at strangers windows. i wouldn't say it was even curiosity as it's sort of done out of habit.
I feel terribly for animals stuck in zoos. NO freedom, constant frustration. And the so called zooo staff, as psychic aliens, knowing exactly what they feel, and savouring every moment of their torture. If they're on tv you might even here them say 'sorry' but it'll be out of context, and they wont mean it.
I can hear one of my rapists voice outside my door, there's not much choice I have in my attitude towards him, because all of the human information has been drowned out of me in an alien way. hello back to you you cheating cunt.