so
absolute with disgusts. or tampering, altering memories. at a galaxy where it
disappears. if but to grasp us if but such trust while behavior is never
clarity. such disputes such traffic while I dare the tavern. so sad this moment
as accustomed to life, while feeling new emotions: the creek inside, those dear
disturbances, where most infractions we grow alignment with; so nebulous so
concrete where most are damaged. either Africa or Athens either abstracts or
absolute rulers. I would a lake into an orb while adrift a pedantic soul; she
dances on orientation, never escaping the box, angry at others dragging their
coffins. another while watching, or rereading a claim, to agree or disagree. it
chimes in waves it’s an ocean or wood covered modalities: so said to a child,
or so detoured, while we smile so much with our skin: the creative soul is the
frantic soul, where the pain we give might become beauty: as a pair of glasses,
or porcelain overreach, while a man feels a surge of discomfort. those social
crocodiles the wild extroverts where an introvert sees problems; our normality
arguments, our minds above their roofs, while I understand it was meant to feel
dissociative—it was meant to be Picasso! so tender those eyes, such rhythm we
hear, as we challenge anything in cement. so much hell for abstracts, so much
love for nodding(s), while such a disservice to souls. to reknit a thought. to succumb
to facts. while we play by rules. (?)
