etched across the stratigraphy of grief in those mountains of dread and valleys of sorrow
I waited for you
Building a home by the lakes of regret
Hoping they wouldn’t wash away
What I hoped to build with you

Neuro analytics. /

*** is aesthetics?
                                                  The­ world is pathetic/

How much of my time have you taken? /

           The wolf has no need to read BACON/ Deeper then his will can take him. /

These low frequencies hurt mother gaia dirt layers of stratigraphy, the isotopes of the bones explains the old clones.  A zone with no sentimental tune.  

No concern to mention a common slur /get trapped in the blur peripheral glimpse I can see your curse it gets worst/
Adversus /My optimism among nurses (humanitarians)

Commercial quotes created by other commerical quotes I laugh at their notes/  

Locked inside a flock/ Lost outside the clock/ **** a pattern and a pen /They are stagnant again/ Repeating other's common sense worth about 10 cents a minute in debt with their whole lives left/

My ultra violent ray.  

My aura displayed.

Turning you crazy lost in a cave.

This  poetry as a painting

far from lazy.

As the writing speaks to me
.
.
"I'm glad you made me."
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I reply  ******* PAY ME.

They have lived,
Their humors cry out
From surface soil:
Bursting bitter springs.
buried groundwater—
Hidden in stratigraphy of
Victorious narratives.
Listen to their blood sing
of humanity unseen.