Cast the nets from Jupiter and ensure that your mixture rises in accordance with the original recipe.
Bow in reverence to the almighty compass, because Bonnie Prince Charlie raised the standard at Glenfinnan.
If we recognise the heraldry and follow those romantic recollections of yesteryear in the present, then repercussions will echo in the city squares with contagious laughter.
Astronomy informs us that the fifth planet from the sun has a powerful magnetosphere. But, is “bigger” truly “better”?
Whichever way we slice it, let us acknowledge the limitations of our judgments and partake of the available sustenance.
Savour the taste of our solar system.

Let us walk across hot coals with a spiritual guide, where somber chords heartily communicate a joyous morbidity - chanting forbidden licentiousness in the name of dilapidated psychological constructs.
Can I have permission to delve into the unfathomable abyss of your kaleidoscopic soul?
As we claim to have spun quite the web of deceit in our contemporary societal fabric of advancement, then let us now join hands in celebration around this presumed magic circle, ensuring that connection between the dampness of our soul and pleasurable resentment is not divorced from the ghastly genitalia of grammatical deviance.

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A single star hung in the sky.
Where's the rope?

Time
Is in the valley
Of deception
And we peruse
His face ticking
Perceptions
He is the master
To our slaving over
Every minute
We desire
More than our creator
Time
Orbits every spaces
Surface
Every matter
In every purpose
It passes age
With galactical rotations
Spinning in different directions
Obeying laws of obedience
Ticks and tocks walk across
Numbers in calender socks
Every wrist displaying a watch
So we know what to obey
When it looks at us back

The ancient future of a misbegotten conception is likened to a diametrically opposed depersonalisation of incarnate resilience, don’t you think?
Although the far reaching corners of the end resound her mystically alluring and pessimistic chords across galactical ponds of ecstatic connection which are currently unable to establish the depths of vocabulary; can we now consider the possibility of becoming mindful of our present moment of uncertain awareness, where forbidden dreams shed their lubricated skins in a mass ******* where consummated liberty is alleged to loose her bonds of socio-political confinement?
Nightfall has now dawned and cast her circle in this ignorant awakening of insulted intelligence.
Knowledge has perceptual degrees of boundless limitation, where regulation and relinquishment bow their soul in reverence to a spirit of learning beyond that which we have been taught, if this makes sense?

When I glimpse a newborn
When my eyes caught  
Into his eye, a Galactical dust
Sparkling, filled with meek
Such as it shines
Among life misery and pain
These eyes have never yet seen
What real chains are,
Of what they made, steel and fire
…….
And then, I just recall
moments of passing memories
Fragments of the past
Ones I hold to my own
Fractured ! .... of the load it holds
Loads of corrupted memories
Of many times
A time when I was filled with faith
A time I was gentle
Only and only was filled
With imaginary life and world from around
A time when I thought,
this world
Was rolling around
Waiting for me
And not I who is waiting
A time when people around
Only showed love and care
Illusion, it was
now I am dismissed
Of all the feelings that gentle me
Oh, I mess them
The way of their touch
One last time I recall
The melodies I have heard
Passing through
deep into my heart
Of the mark, they left inside
Infection it alike  
Yet now, I may not say it is true
Cause, my heart is done
Of what it has become
Nothing is allowed to get in so deep
Cause it will either have cut or broke
I had been detached
From all of what the world used to uphold for me
My vision is flipped
My heart is departed
Of all that held my heart
Happily dancing,
My mind is dismissed
The crossing tape I behold
Seeing all, and all is heavy
All is what my life was and is
My good, my wicked
My Sin and my obedience
Light, is it there
Hope is it there?
May I reach, my I touch
Gently I can ask
If I please, could I look
To the dust of hope
To your eyes
A Galactical Dust

Your crashingly catchable attraction is
Super heavy-duty smoothness
That moves and enthuses my queerhood
With your rock-hard adrenaline-charged machoness
You got me ***** in your couthy coolness
Such a brill chiseled sweetness

I can’t avoid your allure
Can’t close the door to your heavenly heart-pounding euphoria
Abounding in high-powered empowering enticement
Let me exalt in your expressive arrestive velvetiness
Feel my head spin, arrest my senses, render me insensible
Encompassed by your insurmountable hundred-proof pulchritude

My incomparable spectacular masher
Your splashiness crashes into my confectionery
And marries with my magical galactical extraordinariness
Your dazzling mantastical bareness bedazzles me
Invaluable capital splash, your mellow macho goldenness
Is the most sparkling artistic treasure to behold
You give me a smashingly superlative mindgasm
Make me even more mentally enchanted
As I serenade to you’re A-grade captivating sensationalness