startled myself again today. just like all the other days. and nights. there\'s nothing more startling than silence. she asked me to listen to it. and i did. even though i once understood the heresy.
life sucks when you have insomnia
and then, after a while of habituating with it,
you start to see the grass.
it\'s so green,
and, yet, so ungreen
eeeek!!!! THE HORROR!!!
it\'s...it\'s...it\'s...
my
A man meets a tree.
What to call it? wonders he,
for he has never seen another tree before.
Is he as me? he asks
for it was standing straight,
as men when burdened not do.
Is he dead? he
i think i think i think
we\'ll never see his eye.
so why bother asking me what i think?
i think i think i think
i think about his one eye...and one-eyed he is.
there is no two, as there is no
seen the wasteland stretch
engulfingly
over
as a matter of fact.
couldn\'t have seen
in fact
the wasteland stretch over.
and the fact remains
that i have
seen the waste
stretch over
and no
old playgrounds | childhood | memories | mater magister |
back to her womb
where the air is so warm
of motherhood
back to his seeds
where the atmosphere is so full
of fatherhood
back to our
i must keep reminding myself i must...i must
sing \"like a virgin\" that will really blow they\'re heads off!
madonna has no climax
i must i must
contort your carcass in a seven
steady
i must keep
brushes.
paint your eyebrows off my mind
let those lines be lifted from my sleep
and oh...how I\'ve craved for curves...
emeralds.
incrust your subtle stones into some other soul
stare into
Weeped my witness of his widow
Soaked my sand in his sea of sadness
Drained my discord as his death
Revealed the violent veil of lies
Of the Self, of his self, of myself.
Took the time to
I am a beggar who begs for nothing of its own
one of those many who is wating for the arched hand
in a sort of irritation of iciness
copper nickles being thrown by the passing hand
into the lap
(In Space and Time it had occurred, for they both were cause and karma.)
-I know you want to know me.
-No one can know one perfectly...
-Yet I know what it is with you
-And I don\'t know a
You see me dying in your arms
But you stubbornly hold tight
You see your presence bringing harms
But you ignore me as I bite.
Keep holding me close
And the knife goes in more
Keep holding me
As I noticed the reflection of the natural light changing its shade into crimson, I raised my head from above the myriad of white and blue spattered paper, form the sanctuary of the erudite, and
Red, salty metallic taste
Warms my mouth,
Dread, unhealthy mental haste
Makes my head pound.
Loath leeks slowly from my soul
As I run,
Aimlessly avoiding Time’s goal,
To take his
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