it
lives its excellence it seals its scrolls its touch is manic. so many so vocal
the legend is awakened those ribbons are taken aback. such uncured but healthy
souls such a glow while cords are disconnected from sockets—so charged so
revved as alive a curse feeling periodically. those feelings those frets soon
familiar with something esoteric; those gray lines those sea-skies as curious
creatures caved inwardly; the introvert at an advantage the extrovert seeking
authenticity. so much a grave or a map with minds fluid into a miracle. so
psycho-depressed, so socio-manic with social economics reaching our guts. so
fueled such dynasty where we ache old Chinese linguistics. so much a burden or
so much wildness while we ache for one over something more normal. a low temperament
a calm aura as seeming too detached; versus pure bedlam or purer excitement
while it could prove dangerous. so much life as to infuse existence while life
becomes its chase. or too much inertia or too much torpor while wilderness is
always up the road. such rare contemplation as dreary into a nightmare so much
to let one in. or it seems correct it appeals to senses, especially, to one’s
desires; to enter like lightning or disappear like molasses while left with
every feeling ever aching—indeed, such boundaries such demarcation but Love is
loaded off of pure ecstasy; by a touch so titillating so hyper such makings
such legendary mistakes. or something intuitive so much an entourage while
composing something quite lethal.
