honesty
is better than guilt. pain is better than ignorance. such silence such body
while it feels good to perish. smoke wafts or grits were tasty at some mechanical
response (I hate such!). we have boundaries we have excellence or we have
struggle. too much anxiety or too many rules while humanity is difficult. I looked
at her, her body is angelic, but I’m a face type; such a liar, such a pilgrim,
where ships are destined for Sirens. Love is painted, into some outfit, while a
man tries hard not to look. so cursed in attraction so lost in losing to give
life justified by deaths; our infidelities our grounded sanctions where one
adores the grief in you. so much a psychologist, as attempting clarity, while
warped by realities. or raw psychiatry, so filled with vehemence, as some creature
broken but rising. I laugh at self, some silly ass sensation, I remind of a man
being just that! terror in a flash rage in a gut so furious it feels like
existence. such hypertension such sodium fights where beauty is too damn
fantastic! to see a face some addictive body—she can do as she damn well pleases!
many laugh or die where a ghost is in our glass. too purified for happiness too
much lying for gladness but raw makeup and kill more sex. such a pathology
while judges are normal where something feels like a cranium—as it screams or
laughs or feels too low—it must be medicinal. early workhours or late
workhours, to pine for the sound of a key!
