pendently crimson wearing elfin ******* &
                                               chatoyant eyes
grown from boundless harvesting she is
lonely from survival, tenacious pedicel tight
against countless snapped, spent-black fleshlings.
ripe with costly price and left single amongst
decay she adopts (though morely wields)
venin wet juice that poisons whichever loves.
                                                                                         sev ering her stem
with weathered hands, i hoist her cheek to mine
where pressure reveals the tender path
of warmly dissolve.
though she strains & twines with rot and
(the core soaks through) i devour her ***;
blight seeds, wholly
so she can grow (afflict me) elsewhere.

All hallows ever,
And I am sitting on the bed,
The bed that is a couch,
With narerly an account,
but surely still,
That Frankenstein will listen,
No morely not,
I am my own with standing,
Yet who we are is who we have repeatedly been,
Muderer's killers, who are we truly, but conglomerates of our free willing,
and lies withunderstood.

you know what the biggest difference
between continental europe,
and the english isles?
                                      mosquitos...
on continental europe, you can be
swarmed by them in the summer...
                             on the english isles?
something akin to spotting nessie
                            (loch ness monster)...
they're like the oasis mirage in a desert...
i.e. hardly any!
                    you'll sooner get a spider
bite after a night's repose...
      oh **** me, my house is infested
with spiders...
             but as the proverb states:
                  a house filled with spiders,
is a happy home...
                        proverbs are always cryptic
and never make any direct sense
  akin to an ikea manual for putting up
a table...
    1 more proverbs:
       better a sparrow in your hand,
                         than a dove upon your roof
(that might be persian in origin,
     but i'm not too sure)...
                      i think that might mean:
better to act with peace, than to live in peace...
         well... live...
                         no one can attain
                a plateau of emotional tranquility
to be the kind of consistency
               that grants you an apathetic shield
   of defence against life changes.
still... mosquitos are ****** rare where
   i live...               like i said:
                       you're morely likely to be bitten
by a spider when sleeping...
                            and i have seen house-hold
spiders, a third of a tarantula's size, scuttling
around the place... well, it happened only twice...
but you get the idea.
             in terms of phobias?
         how is "islamophobia" an irrational fear
by the definition of phobia?
                       which part is the irrational part
of this so called "phobia"?
                              perhaps from islam per se,
being apprehensive of its own internal irrational
belief system?

Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Son, bare thine heart before God,
Confess you, shame the Deceiver morely,
It is just, it is Godly!

I have sinned gravely,
I have been covetous,
Lo, I seek forgiveness!

Thine sin, though crimson-stained,
Heaven bequest thee mercy,
Cause of thine courage.
Go, sin no more!

Pray, I ask but a favour,
Suffer me not this thing,
Baptism, that I seek.

Though much multitude await,
To be confessed the same,
Grant thou this for faith's sake.

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!

Soone must come morely close for a man as I  of tim’d depression and despair
Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste
Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust
Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics
...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain
I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more
Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.

I'm trying to have
a conversation
with you
while undergoing
self administered
electro-shock therapy
I think I will be
elucidated morely
by the nexxxxxxxt
oh helloly