it was a nightmare or pure rawness, as one into another in one night. so familiar with values or so cursed by proprieties while with some a man is forever with forgiveness. such a delicate methodology as uncured souls with so much to assert; our social notes our tragic behavior with love upon our lips. it would take a miracle while never a feeling where detriment must be eternal. nibbling lemon-soaked wounds, or drinking poison, as a soul given his kerosene existence: the structure of evermore the depletion of a conscienceness at something rearing as it roars.
such dense rage or submissive calmness while we often detach our sentimentalities. it was worse for us, because a child was life, but we wanted out: one to liaisons, another to claustrophobia, while everyone was partaking: the confidence of the fool, the laughter of the neighbors, or such a sweet grandparent. it’s beyond difficult to address a topic where our world is uneasy. we know its reality we know it’s scandalous but we don’t need to see it. however, we seek it in movies, we die to see it, we recoil when it hits home or friends of family. Umm!
like
religion we dig in, as critical creatures, if but to realize so many errors; as
holding our crowns, so neatly devastated, while many crossover into another
league. the justice of resurrection while one is nodding in full agreement to
disvalue reflection. it gets older it gets wiser at death it confesses its
habits; or it burns society, it ruins its touches, it destroys anything by
nearness; such raw conclusions such unsteady realities where one attracts
pathologies. the piranha in motion the tragic release while most are concerned
with being desired…a clock in our bodies, rapture in our passions, while
newness is all we advertise for.
