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patience on the shelf right beside berserk and intent

WARESAWARE

this will do, this won’t

shoulder over and left upon the floor if needed then stock once more

DRAPERUG

paradigm of senses and kaleidoscope

CONFOUNDART

this feeling as if a function bullet

WOUND

Jester and hangman met on a corner, wonder the conversation..ISONETIREDORTWO

Matriarch and entertainer shared a bottle, what a discourse..WHATPROOF

Numbers a little this way into the pile of favor and in mirrored effort off. Some this is emotion, will, action and belief. So things pass, move on and through…SCALESWAITTILLTALLY

HOLO-MASQUERADE one image for you sir, you madam, you you you and you WHATdoYOUsee will you fancy a cloud? HIGHviewsLOFTY? what would you make of the plains and mountains?belowLONGtall?…..AREYOUPRESENT

does it compare to the mind? outside?bitter tea then new sweet

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pocket full of leaves empty on arrival

thinking back wearing

valleys between the grooves of your fingers, a field in your hair iris of galaxy

A CUBE DOTTED SONIC broken blinds and speakers for cups

lost bed between states and new mixes with paper plates

no longer pleasing the easel , OFTEN THOUGHT BROKEN

Filter full of the last local aroma and purchase of liquid forest

mend on flat and stretch tendon

in exercise even the ones i’ve known

colors fade to other in this square

pace soft pattern rolling throne

grimace stance and giggle at previous severity

that ache preluding ability

if a child a village, then a world a man

instinct so far then understand

Salute to the light blue and shake purple hands

Mountains to mountains and plain again

Am I the picture you don’t have or look better?

I have gone further then I imagine ever

Trained by the nature of this world a broken spirit seeks to improve passing through gradients of time wearing the threads of in a dance tailored with spots tangled. some impediment but not a final suspense

I want to write with someone, make music with someone, sing with someone, dance, argue, laugh, all together art

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Allow the projection more room. You carry it with you. Lesser simulation

Rain..lasted and sure. Perhaps some discomfort but a beauty new. No favors in weather or biased interruptions. Magnitudes shape the earth all under space, realms of elements.

The tree looks real but it doesn’t smell. Absent sense in most attempts. Albeit your perfection I’m still here

Ability lie down and up

Obscure directions

Left and right

Now

I’m not sure how to describe that time. Felt lucky to be around that group of people…a group I didn’t think I would fit in. I’m not entirely sure I did but I gave it a go. Always that feeling I’m not getting the bigger picture….personal art thief

There’s levels to this and I’m still

Bad apples and all that, brown spots my coat. Bitter the bunch carry most hope. Settle yourself and die, being told grow. Can’t tell you all my best lives when the worst is all they know. Now the monster mannequin pleads the arts. Medium medium medium medium medium had em all at start. Fortunate those who can perform best in smile…walked expression on brights. Yea…wonder what that’s like

I’m not that God damn sad….something here is making me that way. Skewed normalcy. Walking talking fucking WALLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSSSS stressful ass proximity man

Whose Hallmark did I get that from? Fucking schitzo Pavlovian bullshit. Raging and smiling. Be yourself better yourself do the right thing what do you want…. Bojangles, PlayStation, beats, movies, art, love, honest work, cookout, kids, friends, family, sushi I got positives in spades so fuck off with the lame fake bullshit ass games

Like a magnet of God damn stress, we don’t sell diamonds here just the pressure.

Yellow Daffodils and grapevines mothefucker

fellow a river, hop a creek

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All angles, trying to still my mind and not lose myself. I had a fear that expression could cross signals. I do not accept that. I am not sure how my memory works but there are many moments I hold dear. In a day I have wanted to leave, cry, die, love, wonder, all upon the spectrum. I do not like the notion I am not in control or being alone. I can not name the pattern but I see so many things passing. I do not want lies or share them, if pain is in the truth than I’ll die by it☠️

Skurt over the basics the taste of life never wasted bitter or sour our power is the desire help get better never bury the treasure reveal it see it shine help others in their time my kind lost over found again this wheel of time treading all trades and skin scar bear surface leave remarks with purpose squint through disability observing

Advance practice never lose proof of perfection the goal of hope forward moving objective probability sandwich and beautifully plain lettuce handed test of bandits in the gift of unlocking understanding, click✨

Loose barrel fall like water break shackle and hit back with your nature harder

Scan perception alleviate distraction soul discretion the greatest action, pinch yourself feel the magic

Broken fingers rope over the hope that lingers never give up less its one from the middle wave it to the ones playing in riddles stay official nothing wrong with the average in or world of disaster and crazy steep lows punch through depressive fog rock your peepholes people get hard as they take and grow stronger after the break…don’t be afraid to wait even clouds shaped profound will pass

What of life or feeling and mind? Carry the meaning through abstraction, be kind

We take our licks, the clock ticks, its all gonna be fine, find ways to be pleased within the rewind

I am not sure what is always behind the curtain and sometimes the feelings that come from me are tremendous. Force felt and human like bleeding existence. I sweat the life just being. I am tired of the doubt to claim some author or origin, but look forward to the new memories. The next day, another time. There is some fear in me, some concern, but there are other things as well. I have joy, know love and operate in strength.

Allow room for the djinns, not to stay but to pass. Carry on and I’ll accept myself. Fed whispers and untruths I’ll battle them all and if even defeated by them still myself.

This is identity. I can still exist in an echo this stage

Ode on shelved and focused merit, this should do.

There has been an act to imprint and it is interesting, this is the point to work around. My ears ring and I am sure that is no coincidence in fact I know it is aligned in this recent influence. What is tiring is the feeling that something is being kept from me, a wonder or a secret …something everyone else in my immediate interactions know.

I am a new exhausted and still pushing. I am not overly concerned with being the first to do something or be the most original, but I do not like the feeling of an ignorant imitation. I can not remove myself from influence and there is certainly some I would hope to be more like. Instinct? Release?

Ever the quandry…

You met me with a passion often in a fury, I was new to this. Still am yet here it is, all the things I don’t do well. What then can I give? How the fuck did I ever allow such a space between, the space for so many other things. You go away and then I am to master something?

I am here, and I feel like you fucking know it. That isn’t the point though is it. You tell me if I can make you happy, love you, and if I’m the author of the space, love be the word that follows.

Upon my head so many thoughts and trades. Within my hand signets known to man pass but they all lack the best warmth and meaning found in your palm.

I’ll scrap the abyss and mark the maze ever in hope of you.

I don’t want forgiveness, I need understanding….the same I give with love.

Dance in the moon, love in the sun