That is the essence of my perception. Vacant of potent content yet crammed with usefull reality unseen to the senses....light as the air I breath and vital.
A marvel of efficiency gone pointless and of no usefull purpose sans liquid content.
Shot out.
Disposable is the now once powerfull...full to brim plunger drawn back then expended all true purpose has been removed...a pointed entry,the desired effect achieved..please roll down your sleeve... nothing left but the sting and expectant transformation.
Wait....wait....what is the destination ? What is the answer...my story is finite to my surprise there will be no reprisal. All is a wash.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
That is the essence of my perception. Vacant of potent content yet crammed with usefull reality unseen to the senses....light as the air I breath and vital.
A marvel of efficiency gone pointless and of no usefull purpose sans liquid content.
Shot out.
Disposable is the now once powerfull...full to brim plunger drawn back then expended all true purpose has been removed...a pointed entry,the desired effect achieved..please roll down your sleeve... nothing left but the sting and expectant transformation.
Wait....wait....what is the destination ? What is the answer...my story is finite to my surprise there will be no reprisal. All is a wash.
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