there
lives Honesty it suffocates it’s addicted to itself. it would preach in silence
or curve its brains at sunrise damn near exhausted. such confrontation with one
innocent where behavior is as we damn well adventure! souls would need Honesty
if but a modicum of control where anything less proved chaotic: the disorder of
love the catastrophe of working details such dear wretched forgiveness; but most
adore Honesty while a few can’t stand Honesty where souls meet to relieve southern
winds. pure absorbed abilities, or called sullen sensuality, too much to ignore
every damn infraction; while one laughs another is sickness where reality is so
seduced—by ensured sociality by economic behaviors where we argue over
indicative traits; to box the abnormality if but to apply science where most
are hard to examine; sure unchanged behaviors so comfortable with violence
where something discusses pure disbelief. at windows or doors while knocking
softly—the silence of a kingdom the sweetness so sour in queendoms while a
particular woman brings so much existence—those fair struggles those shifts in
moods or the tense surrender of ecstasy…while Honesty becomes a backdrop where
it could be a precursor but most believe they don’t too much care for its revelation;
but Agony is holy so pious in bleeding such utensils so much nectar—as shining
brightly by halo after ten years in solitary—those eyes surrendering Jesus or
so supple so serene while aching such fire where our lives wait or abandon or
sacrifice our mutilation. by charity to come too close or surely harmful
needing control while responses label a man that hasn’t responded mandatorily.
as alive but suffering or pleading Honesty such craving where skies are
freedom; to adjust or acquire where anger is angst or so elastic a man
undresses his concerns; camera red eye, champaign bitterness, or a campaign to
exorcise Honesty.
