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The rapid Pulses increase as air finally fuels the fire It came to combust. to spark the flint to the fullest To centralize all that could be, a widespread social desire forgoing logic in the name of being the shattering of illusion is, you guessed it, a figment fractured formally from the rock obsidian reflecting afterimages. motions of forced feigned reaction a wordless line of thought, speechless in it's pure refracted intent. to beam these ideas to that manifestation, not to dance around fumbling a thesaurus admiration follows the music and turns the dial accordingly. fucking scenesters it humbles to and fro, perpetually ignoring the perfect fine tune If being is becoming, then what was it? I could say the words, whisper into lulls, look down the full extent of the great Y in the sky Would the divine feminine find it's way down those dark channels and see before the divide? and become the she that should be with me Am I the He that should be with She? These concepts sometimes seem a superstitious pogrom, only in place for the sake of continuity THE HUBRIS!!!! geese Louise, If only we had counters for practically meaningless revelations and a tic-tac for each one. Man-Oh-Man, would my breath be too fresh for primetime. The loaves rise as the yeast fornicate in the manner of Hottentots gotta butter that bread, son Too many fuzzies are broken by too many Lennys too many sparks are extinguished in the name of normality Too many mountains erode to grains of sand in the name of eventuality but now they're stoically perfected and ready to be shaped into castles so much of creation is for destruction, forcing impermanence so repeat customers can sully their honey words...um... sentences.. and. thaaattt. oh yeah, cognitive thought People should not fear conversations. No premise nor opinion should be overlooked due to emotions You can't fake Lockjaw, I know you're just chewing that sugar daddy to buy some time Look not to the answers you find, but to the questions you ask. The real truth is there. yeah, It's kinda the inverse of the norm and it usually feels weird when you feed your *** But it's nowhere near as painful as the **** that comes out your mouth sometimes I'm scared too And this stupid Scar on my knee!! AAAAHHH!!! never ever ever take your knees for granted!! Smile when you see a friend Smile when you see a frown Frown when you're upside down But try not too rhyme too much, it's corny I write for those I've admired, in the name of the will to create something far beyond the corporeal, adjacent to the surreal... I mean alabama stop yourself when you inch to a serious concluding gorge You know, my father was a bridgemaker, ***** You can't solve all your problems with fire. I'd like to think that Prometheus said that before lending us his lighter hmmm. this Zippo's almost out of fluid... pif whatever, we can just monkeyfuck each other until someone figures out a better way Laugh and don't get too taken up by the rhythm. Don't polish your stones, no one else can see your pretty face in them anyway. A persons ease of words on the fly can sometimes be related to their ease of telling lies. Where's all this coming from? I'm not sure, but I hope it finds who it's going to.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
"What's writing?" "Words that stay."
The rapid Pulses increase as air finally fuels the fire It came to combust. to spark the flint to the fullest To centralize all that could be, a widespread social desire forgoing logic in the name of being the shattering of illusion is, you guessed it, a figment fractured formally from the rock obsidian reflecting afterimages. motions of forced feigned reaction a wordless line of thought, speechless in it's pure refracted intent. to beam these ideas to that manifestation, not to dance around fumbling a thesaurus admiration follows the music and turns the dial accordingly. fucking scenesters it humbles to and fro, perpetually ignoring the perfect fine tune If being is becoming, then what was it? I could say the words, whisper into lulls, look down the full extent of the great Y in the sky Would the divine feminine find it's way down those dark channels and see before the divide? and become the she that should be with me Am I the He that should be with She? These concepts sometimes seem a superstitious pogrom, only in place for the sake of continuity THE HUBRIS!!!! geese Louise, If only we had counters for practically meaningless revelations and a tic-tac for each one. Man-Oh-Man, would my breath be too fresh for primetime. The loaves rise as the yeast fornicate in the manner of Hottentots gotta butter that bread, son Too many fuzzies are broken by too many Lennys too many sparks are extinguished in the name of normality Too many mountains erode to grains of sand in the name of eventuality but now they're stoically perfected and ready to be shaped into castles so much of creation is for destruction, forcing impermanence so repeat customers can sully their honey words...um... sentences.. and. thaaattt. oh yeah, cognitive thought People should not fear conversations. No premise nor opinion should be overlooked due to emotions You can't fake Lockjaw, I know you're just chewing that sugar daddy to buy some time Look not to the answers you find, but to the questions you ask. The real truth is there. yeah, It's kinda the inverse of the norm and it usually feels weird when you feed your *** But it's nowhere near as painful as the **** that comes out your mouth sometimes I'm scared too And this stupid Scar on my knee!! AAAAHHH!!! never ever ever take your knees for granted!! Smile when you see a friend Smile when you see a frown Frown when you're upside down But try not too rhyme too much, it's corny I write for those I've admired, in the name of the will to create something far beyond the corporeal, adjacent to the surreal... I mean alabama stop yourself when you inch to a serious concluding gorge You know, my father was a bridgemaker, ***** You can't solve all your problems with fire. I'd like to think that Prometheus said that before lending us his lighter hmmm. this Zippo's almost out of fluid... pif whatever, we can just monkeyfuck each other until someone figures out a better way Laugh and don't get too taken up by the rhythm. Don't polish your stones, no one else can see your pretty face in them anyway. A persons ease of words on the fly can sometimes be related to their ease of telling lies. Where's all this coming from? I'm not sure, but I hope it finds who it's going to.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
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