SYNTHETIC

A sick sweet in the preservative. I imagined I found sincerity, even thought I saw you other places. Fed a route, a thought, a scene I consumed it all. Still it passes through me and I am searching for sustenance. Perhaps you look at other places like it is new, it is genuine. Maybe I’ll never be satisfied.

That trip had a fringe and I’m ever defined. From distant disappointment to near….. I’m well versed now. This is how it goes with senses, thoughts, and pushes. You can not emulate what you’ve never had….only hope to preserve some imitation.

I am learning this function and forgetting something else….endeavor to claim feelings, experiences as my own. Can you imagine trying to grasp the pain of another and it feels like its yours, you know it is. The day when people argue over the ownership of pain and sadness is here. But we all own them..just streams of feelings moving through one to another like the energy of humanity.

It’s never just ours.

Lessons about the ripple.

. A slipstream of notion_—_—–_-______________________________If you can say things why not let them be sweet or building..these for the haunts that quietly influence.

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Listen to these words as if the sound of footsteps approaching and when the idea settles a turn of the knob.

Inside knowledge is mingled with memory, faces come and go but I see you, I hear you. A funny thought that most religions say we won’t even have privacy in death.

Grifted sweep of open door.

Fangs first turned inwards so one cannot fully remove themselves from capacity. Along the lower jaw was hollow polymer weaving bordered by a meshwork of small bags. This allowed for the manipulation of the lower points used in common facial recognition and also proved to be helpful preventing a percentage of facial trauma. The face has an uncanny likelihood to receive damage in close combat.

All sodden paths are trodden

Pleasant views amuse the forgotten

But if I was there what did we share more often than not?

Golden fawn walking embers dawn and on upon the morn, walks once more. But under moon the wolves will move hungry for the painted tooth. Is this dance that ties in strands, just for animals or also man?