the
length of the savage the cabbage of the fields, so lavish, uncontrolled, a
shadowed lunch. banks like liquor stores, cards like fevered panic—the signs
the symbols, so naked, into a scream; so damn baked, if we knew, with begging
seeming promulgated; more pressure, more treasure, making major measures; to
love hating one, to hate loving one, such truths to a lie. sure figures
multiplying, money spent like drinking water, a ghost filming me. Love is
connected, like mafia splendor, like spiritual higher arcs—another knew it was
different, like ghosts inside, such chills, so alive, certain to be embodied.
at a known fact, success must be careful, what one would give—like cake, bodies
unidentifiable, so damn incredible—a gorgeous ass fire. if desire is ultimate, love is optional,
the need is to be worshipped; this is how it happened, what a soul might give,
in return for security. missed in graphics, a banshee nightgown, a half body
floating; to adore guts, to fall feeling goodness, it’s amazing, some are able
to invest—able to intoxicate.
Monday, October 18, 2021
Feeling Like Naivety, or Unable To Feel Accordingly
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