Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Human Dynamics: One Argues For Purer Souls!


it becomes sad weather or coarse reality while souls are elated; such dripping egos by evil sparks where panic rises without permission; by tales or falsehood by parents or insensitivities so cursed at borderline blessings. terrycloth blouses or such demure with a symbol, a nail, on the tabletop. pure briny seas the benthic elements while palming an octopus. sure rich pavement or bleeding asphalt while fleeing to prison: such rare dysfunction so ripe its rage while an addict might hate its reflection. “It’s but a beer. It’s but a couple. Well, I never get drunk, anyway.” by engineering as mech machines we might sense or see our reflection. “It’s but a pill. I need to concentrate. I can’t stand this light.” but we know something, something harsh or cold, something ruling behaviors. we need convergence or metanoia or jamesia aches so close to clouds so far from self with dear regrets or frustrations or envies. we clash with dial tones we play with kaleidoscopes or we act like pantomimes—while one is equipped, we watch her, but something propels such confident courage. to forthwith into relations while jealous of fury while it took death to grant life. something biblic though you dislike it I wonder has it been dissected. we see agoutis as souls relax where it was internet distraction. such warm palms such deep ideograms while fleeing into a talisman—the moon speckled while it seemed pure insomuch an utter disappointment.
I see why people unveil by a creature where others ask, “What the hell was that?” we get tired of obvious disregard. we seem to need clarity. where one isn’t on their agenda. as to lose, for if I afflict one, it’s not his place to add new rules. they don’t apply in a given situation, but you win me on this playing-field. as granted, we edit our response, we keep our tone we fret its response. something seeming innocuous, for lies are natural, where ideals have gone haywire. we expect a polygraph person, as something inherent, as pure fire or living testaments or some pure, outstanding entity.    

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