sourced
as creatures such secluding chaos such serious confusion; to have adored us to
have been nonchalant or so negative and negligent; our presence was enough so
patient and pensive or so close to unbreaking silence; so many charms such
death and burial or determined to breach discomfort; to have never known us but
so unraveled for us while knotted or knitted in pain; those vague choices those
rosaries and decidedness where it became a stranger in our bed; but a man,
Precious, but a deranged person, at so much anguish and silence; to awaken and
feel disconnected, as inclined to end this, where rumination and child was so
heavy; our cursed loins our babbling brains as two built to ruin while sunny;
as ache and arc where one was soothing while life had become dilemmas; this
burdensome language, those burgundy rugs, while blueness was jazz in our souls;
to imagine five to eight lovers or something so curious where one was cleansing
quite often; but science and tissue but salience and properties but time and
division. (we inhale for release we die for resurrection while some have
deciduous activities; those years at deaths so determined to achieve while
inquisitiveness ends the affair; our middle school behavior our bouncing
attentiveness where balance remains mythical; to imagine such subjection such
sacred suffering where purgatory becomes palatial; our pelted hearts our haven
destruction where one is always pensive and afraid; but what is it, this dire
need as desired, this notion that loyalty is too quaint? but never to mention
life, and never to ask for serenity, but only to seduce and conquer; this
salient man, such sanctum madness, where sexuality became manic; our running
minds while feeling extinct such rough and casual terror); in tense desperation
while fretting incompleteness and desiring echelon status; our aging bodies to
have then for marriage while the best years were given to strangers; our battling
souls and looking like losing where a strange gesture appeals to our interior;
as motion succumbs and sources advance those days in familiar circumstances;
this vow we sell this sea we travel while one is right to ask you for his heart.
(those tender pomegranates those morning appetites to imagine one unstable and
active; to cry vengeance where one has been dearly infected and has lost access
to soul-parts; to imagine needing to punish while understanding our situation or
realizing we never belonged to each other; it was never heaven it died a day
after plus there was incessant visitors; to imagine this life to draw from
rivers to utilize brooks as witnesses; this petroglyph scar those pantomime seconds
or this mannikin listening to dearer charges; while father is support and
granny follows position, one becomes so embarrassed that holding on to
treachery is better than meeting eye-to-eye; but where does sorcery decline and
when do old dangers unfurrow while frantic and frazzled? our guts uneasy our
tales quite alarming where one looks into your history: those broken vases
those symbolic doorposts while a family is playing this dirge—those suffering
pianos or those harmful violins while one wonders of some type of intervention).
such haggard and holy differences to unleash something dying while it must seem
fruitless at some point; our expectations as a man selects a fever where one
needs to respect the other; but fancies and trips and dalliance and arts if but
to disappear if but to relax while many women are inverting into men; this
terrible tyranny those tragic cries at some type of comforting chaos; to have
genuinely loved as long as unsearched where one would attempt to build a
family; it appears alarming for the hut was built on sands and the seas were
raging; such sky-muscle such familiarity where several lovers are quite
distressed; but this becomes life this losing ink at something a brook into
insanity.
