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WORDS! APHORISMS, THOUGHTS, PHRASED CURATE AND SPAKE FOR SPIRIT'S NAME! I give you the fire of the soul The blood of the earth The dust of the aether In the gasp of the known A liquorious draught That tickles the throat Where providence sat And closed heaven's door HISTORICAL SPAT! Spittle and drivel The fleshy sacks grovel While Satan Clawed his nails at the sand Of souldom! Cast amidst the stars And Not moving very far A ***** No more And Gamorra absorbed Before that perpetual want of more HERE, AND NOW! the scent of battle on the wind Sulfur and toxic gas Humans behaving mad Leeward of the path Struggling and daft Illiterate and crass Fallow fleshy sacks I am in love with it all! A raving lunatic with romantic comedic timing And no taste for time dining But on the feast of the bone And savored moment I will be alone! Except for you, poor soul Who reads in these words Your own fated toil I miss you, I love you, from even beyond the pale My words float in the clouds And scrape the sentimental trails Back home once again, Maybe find my next trend Or Hear HIS next sermon And go tell a friend.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
I give you
WORDS! APHORISMS, THOUGHTS, PHRASED CURATE AND SPAKE FOR SPIRIT'S NAME! I give you the fire of the soul The blood of the earth The dust of the aether In the gasp of the known A liquorious draught That tickles the throat Where providence sat And closed heaven's door HISTORICAL SPAT! Spittle and drivel The fleshy sacks grovel While Satan Clawed his nails at the sand Of souldom! Cast amidst the stars And Not moving very far A ***** No more And Gamorra absorbed Before that perpetual want of more HERE, AND NOW! the scent of battle on the wind Sulfur and toxic gas Humans behaving mad Leeward of the path Struggling and daft Illiterate and crass Fallow fleshy sacks I am in love with it all! A raving lunatic with romantic comedic timing And no taste for time dining But on the feast of the bone And savored moment I will be alone! Except for you, poor soul Who reads in these words Your own fated toil I miss you, I love you, from even beyond the pale My words float in the clouds And scrape the sentimental trails Back home once again, Maybe find my next trend Or Hear HIS next sermon And go tell a friend.
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TimelessWave
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TimelessWave
M/San Francisco, CA
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
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