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For you sweetheart I would.... ...writhe in the ecstasy of the tragic or behave violently, enmeshed in ****** heroic havoc I would stalk the thing that hurt you and stab-it. or quickly tie it up and drag it, as I whisper as a crazed maverick ; click, click, son! and swallow back the drip, drip, umm.... of the vial of acid...….as I sip, sip, yum- Facing the truth of the mirror I find myself presently hung For you sweetheart....! I would sacrifice the self relegate my identity to the bottom shelf I would Focus on opposites... and pervert the lost truth of buddhists; preaching and installing the sinful cysts... of consumerism & material wealth, I hope you get the gist. I would Climb to the monastery & maliciously yell “Come on you drunk monk Its for your helllth!” Doing what you always wanted by changing the state of truth from overwhelming presence ...to an unseen, veiled stealth for you I would jump out of the highest helicopter sans parachute !ha! writing and dying, but for you, its such a hoot For you Sweet love, I would divide by zero, March up to physics and blackholes say “hey F-yourself” unceremoniously killing the hero remembering so vividly how we intoxicatedly emptied oil on the baby-seals relaxing on the soil of the now empty sea shelf but for you oh dear, I would empty myself of fear and empathize with a jellyfish GAH! I hate Jellyfish. Please Imagine sweet- love, how we would get married, and go through all the steps to have a sweet- baby and in the birthing room while you’re extra weary, I would ask the simple question to hold and carry this special special little baby I would look you in the eyes, smile widely and drop it While you pleaded, choked eyes pleading for some God to stop it But thats a little extreme so lets take time and rewind the scene So that you wouldn’t think of little ol’ loving ego me as being so especially mean Then, amidst candles start smoothly & sweeten the deal with cannibalistic clipart Preparing to Dine on the sweet meal of a sweetheart’s sweet heart. For you I would I would **** a man and smoke salvia at his funeral Then desperately plead my case, so surreal while I Appeal deliriously and unable to the divine or the courtroom of an esoteric, alien race Oh love. I would bury myself in venomous spiders submit myself to mysterious haitian-zombie rituals To keep you pure and far from pitiful I would Self-immolate to distance you from pain and the sinful Then I would put the world to sleep so that they won’t stir, wake, or open their eyes to peep the pain of the sun, burning the Sea-t of their corneas with its brilliant and all-encompassing, luminous heat Oh for you bella, I would put down three 1/5ths of law and turn the key Oh beautiful, now the mothers against drunk driving are sooo MADD at me Because for YOU I Crashed into their headquarters traveling erratically and so haphazardly For you I would do everything not just anything but everything. I would chill with monks that do all the ****** up things Go to a girls house, burn the family, burn the home have *********** with the survivor hopefully alone and afterwards take a long time to gnaw viciously through my bones. for you I would discuss that maybe this voice Isn’t fit for the world So i just wink out of existence to protect everything from my impact, characterized as it is, so spun and twirled For you sweetheart, I would even let this poem go unwritten. Just so the world would not be smitten With the space between the righteous and the wrong the difference, is what we feel, For you truth I write this song. Ostensibly and indefinitely, I would infinitely remember thee and it all planning to never do it again. ...because my Circuitry is charged with the pain to amend me. For your own amusement I would help possibility incarnate fulfill itself A-moral and without hate the good the bad and the ugly because …..remember When it comes to poetic possibility The U-and-I-verse doesn’t discriminate I would free the slaves from freedom I would emulate pagans and heathens I’ll be all you don’t need when you seek to amend the world of men For you sweetheart I would publish this as a children’s night time book
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
¿Surgically in/(un)dated Surreal Vacillation? For you sweetheart...
For you sweetheart I would.... ...writhe in the ecstasy of the tragic or behave violently, enmeshed in ****** heroic havoc I would stalk the thing that hurt you and stab-it. or quickly tie it up and drag it, as I whisper as a crazed maverick ; click, click, son! and swallow back the drip, drip, umm.... of the vial of acid...….as I sip, sip, yum- Facing the truth of the mirror I find myself presently hung For you sweetheart....! I would sacrifice the self relegate my identity to the bottom shelf I would Focus on opposites... and pervert the lost truth of buddhists; preaching and installing the sinful cysts... of consumerism & material wealth, I hope you get the gist. I would Climb to the monastery & maliciously yell “Come on you drunk monk Its for your helllth!” Doing what you always wanted by changing the state of truth from overwhelming presence ...to an unseen, veiled stealth for you I would jump out of the highest helicopter sans parachute !ha! writing and dying, but for you, its such a hoot For you Sweet love, I would divide by zero, March up to physics and blackholes say “hey F-yourself” unceremoniously killing the hero remembering so vividly how we intoxicatedly emptied oil on the baby-seals relaxing on the soil of the now empty sea shelf but for you oh dear, I would empty myself of fear and empathize with a jellyfish GAH! I hate Jellyfish. Please Imagine sweet- love, how we would get married, and go through all the steps to have a sweet- baby and in the birthing room while you’re extra weary, I would ask the simple question to hold and carry this special special little baby I would look you in the eyes, smile widely and drop it While you pleaded, choked eyes pleading for some God to stop it But thats a little extreme so lets take time and rewind the scene So that you wouldn’t think of little ol’ loving ego me as being so especially mean Then, amidst candles start smoothly & sweeten the deal with cannibalistic clipart Preparing to Dine on the sweet meal of a sweetheart’s sweet heart. For you I would I would **** a man and smoke salvia at his funeral Then desperately plead my case, so surreal while I Appeal deliriously and unable to the divine or the courtroom of an esoteric, alien race Oh love. I would bury myself in venomous spiders submit myself to mysterious haitian-zombie rituals To keep you pure and far from pitiful I would Self-immolate to distance you from pain and the sinful Then I would put the world to sleep so that they won’t stir, wake, or open their eyes to peep the pain of the sun, burning the Sea-t of their corneas with its brilliant and all-encompassing, luminous heat Oh for you bella, I would put down three 1/5ths of law and turn the key Oh beautiful, now the mothers against drunk driving are sooo MADD at me Because for YOU I Crashed into their headquarters traveling erratically and so haphazardly For you I would do everything not just anything but everything. I would chill with monks that do all the ****** up things Go to a girls house, burn the family, burn the home have *********** with the survivor hopefully alone and afterwards take a long time to gnaw viciously through my bones. for you I would discuss that maybe this voice Isn’t fit for the world So i just wink out of existence to protect everything from my impact, characterized as it is, so spun and twirled For you sweetheart, I would even let this poem go unwritten. Just so the world would not be smitten With the space between the righteous and the wrong the difference, is what we feel, For you truth I write this song. Ostensibly and indefinitely, I would infinitely remember thee and it all planning to never do it again. ...because my Circuitry is charged with the pain to amend me. For your own amusement I would help possibility incarnate fulfill itself A-moral and without hate the good the bad and the ugly because …..remember When it comes to poetic possibility The U-and-I-verse doesn’t discriminate I would free the slaves from freedom I would emulate pagans and heathens I’ll be all you don’t need when you seek to amend the world of men For you sweetheart I would publish this as a children’s night time book
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