Blaze on, consider these years a badge and i’ll change clothes
i remember running my tongue over those canines so familiar, feeling the bone of greeting and eating. what a mix
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a deaf couple arguing in the rain
x’s, y’s, z’s
I hate to think that you’ve summoned me just to find there’s nothing there
but over talks of all our worries we can find a common care
that summers gone and winters here
and for this, we should be warm
i remember going to the doctor on the parabola of a mental breakdown, searching some cure in application… i was left with nothing but the solid affirmation that this is just life. leaving i knew what would help yet i still didn’t seek it out
some strange pressure of hidden points and stress had me caged in and formed myself to a new type of functioning
it was clear this place was killing me and i was letting it
i love to see that this is when seasons start to change
and if we die before we wake who cares to know a name
all this is the travel to, a place
where we should be warm
i battled the locale and eventually left in some haze of hope that had a sick familiarity to it. From old new to old new with echoed experience. Just thinking that some signals are crossed and knowing it are very different, one preys on hope and the other begs resolution. i left a few markers behind, hopefully
idk
what is the greatest you know?
greatest you can give…….
this air?
MUSICALphantasm
The music was left with a phantom….just hearing it took me back to the drug fueled nights.we stayed up for a long time..it was ghastly. i’m not sure how i managed it but i suppose strength isn’t all about weights. a mandala of youth, free spirited actions and celebrations of ourselves. we made a ven diagram of our energies and mashed about the overlap
the colors amber glow, white bright, the shaking sun. carpet brown, walled white, chalky orange, neon blue
i discovered the bards infamy through these nights and i lost anchors as well. like i was driving some shell of myself and navigating highs…pushing myself through currents, drop in, reside, creep out
make sure to drink good fluids, have a salad, teleporting cigarettes, shrinking liquor, anywhere beer, where are we going
Its an eclipse of sorts that time, a lot of dark and a lot of bright and in the half time of a thought, i remembered nostalgia is spelled and felt differently than progression
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in left hand ashes and right dirt..once applaud of the universe and twice felt.
the circle of flesh, blood and bone beneath the sway of thought
this is a fragile terrain and even more wary the guide
but breathe eat and drink we must to stay
those are the only proven so
i guess
i don’t get this shit…i can figure the way out but not staying true to my emotions is true. i literally feel myself being different. i know she is not good news and it sucks that we can’t even really hang out like friends. if i step out of the norm she knows, her reaction will be rejection, if i act in sincerity it will be rejection. i know i can’t be honest with this woman without her rejecting me. i feel like she just wants sex, she wants a brute….i am not that.
another woman has this background i lost myself in today. she had me fucking daydreaming. before i had wanted to tell someone, almost anyone i was attracted to that we should go on a hike and make out but with her…… i saw us swimming together nude in a hidden oasis between some ancient mountains of earth. i also thought myself happy, comfortable and smiling. third decade crush
this woman is nice with everyone, perhaps a habitual flirt. dresses well and modest and carries herself in a secure feminine manner that doesn’t shy from approach. she is also from another country and written in a language i don’t know. she is beautiful.
never have i felt a joy and eagerness to be successful in my job as i do now. i literally feel myself being different
you’re not as fun as twitter or fun as snapchat
maxim my tech and folly out love
app app
Roots of Motivation
I can’t fathom a moat that big…
One that could drown a Cart mountain ogre. It certainly must of took years to build and here I complain after one harvest of Seirch root. Ha, I imagine they could smell the same at a boil though! There must be plenty of customers behind the walls who could part with some extra coin.
Maybe the old man’s warning isn’t all lavished details but I know there are some risks worth taking and I doubt this is “Merely to spite boredom” as he put it.
No, some good can come from this venture and if some real business is made I’ll be riding in on a Tornly City carriage by next seasons start. The real question is do I bring Allam with me?
I’ll time travel on this personal endeavor or statement, no sentence. Linear or abstraction my thoughts side memory and seed action…this, this is then now before after was oh yeah…bullshit
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