Saturday, January 23, 2021

50% Havoc

 

such nerve in me the lioness is angry while globes spin. the devil in me those cages in me while I pass out shame. like a bicycle ride swooping through Santa Monica headed to a beach path. so much he was born, so deteriorated, plus, a collar. to carry iron to animate on call, while feeling like sewers. I was a tourist running through cities a thief with long hair—so cursed, thus, uncured while whispers drove a mad participant.     but what was it, where innocence is protected, while most are anti-metaphysics? but a package deal atop a tabletop so deviated it felt like Reformation. to bother Love to still adore Love but Love is discredited. I vanish at like 11p.m., swerving doing ninety, I see blueberries.

so much that saga, so scheduled to persevere, as to come across her. we corner self, such red thoughts, where one is held in sky esteem. the same wilderness those four kids while never a good relationship. to play father, to argue daily, so sexual it feels like addiction. but relative love for relative souls, it might seem perfect by emotions. but ghost to winds like candy to teeth such a sweet tooth.

 

boiling water a plush kitchen so clean it feels like heaven. a soul man a traffic lamp, eating vegetables and beef.

 

such those authors those pseudonyms or a woman with a man’s name. a bag of sugar, as placed in trials where its 50% havoc.      

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...