so garbage come pale is skin pretenders ideology in repetition forcefulness of lumpy ego lurk sky scar scrape tied love hence traditions allow you to live gestures of surrism scrambled perception handkerchiefs undo you do stand will voodoo rhythm time is your cell using jazz encryptions measures most what lives their hell ways of paths borrow street names as face
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
"i just don't know about ya..."
ONLY read 20BPM
thirst for truth decode arms tactile colors taste sealed
as disciples turning cell books
those are turns like the wide deadlock since elements up and are style as gates is and are now
we scare now hands life scared will serve deliverance using stirrings memory
the needed lighter condition decides that several could fly
umbrella believes in focus times with useless concrete love thunder
finally routes contradiction joy treats reactions—
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
in deliR
will words ever reach...
how much I want- need- and will thank you?!!!
in deliR~
Soared matter the words brushed quicksilver dust through the closed doors to my health
rolling faster i kept constantly walking while somebody else chose running more than holy trying to awaken me starting from my oversized feet to shrunken dried head only used one synapse to the other cosmic connection to be born to something simple called life
can it be true that i opened the trashcan while also finding myself looking rotten to me
quickly closed the lid shocked dropped hate into my face of unwanted cells sprayed thoughts wouldn‘t stop
uncovered without oxygen i was quickly to realize the steel that had captured myself were my own forced emotions dragging me to this bottom line without using a paper bag to protect the shiny metal that was created before
i always cared for recycling (awareness), however myself, i rather disposed at any chance i got, into any filthy dump.
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