I dismantle
a hunch where evidence is popular or we do as we damn well please.
Let’s
imagine nary our control, to be unrelenting, or to target a man. He is desire—by
response but silent observation.
The winds
win they come by regions there isn’t any control.
so, we chisel
gently, we do it often, we hope no one hears. such hunches where it was written
and we need his brains; a bit gothic, but try to fathom: It is not the
discomfort, it is the medallion that ruins him. so disgusted with fire while
evermore patient where we are unaware. It is not the dysfunction it is the
awareness for this makes him either paranoid (despite truth) or psychopathic (for
it didn’t work) or both (while we can’t be stopped).
I sound
weird. It is unlikely. But I underwent this exact process.
Often,
we speak, we do it with dalliance, and we release where the hearer should
strike. I told a friend: Watch such honesty, for listeners are not indisputable.
such
allergies build warriors: But it couldn’t be true, for I have hidden that!
while
a child mother would chastise and she would command that I listen (of course, a
child is rarely given leeway to respond (it takes a unique parent to permit
this) wherefore, most adults are very passive.) ☹ The feeling-compass
becomes self-loathing, for America can’t tolerate equality; therefore, one annihilates
you, you act in return, and they hate you by things they know: How dare a
woman challenge, How dare color rage, or How dare this explicative (or epithet)?
I
was optimism or naivety where sex is the relationship. People warned and I listened
but never to walk away. This chess-piece this courtyard or this forsaken’d
church party. So many gates or such racism while we accept closeness when the
stage is dying; such easy rounds such pure richness while we behave for one’s
fortunes. We inundate the mind. We speak cadence. We sale distaste like an
anthem. One never sees bias while living bias to awaken one day angry as hell.
We come
to you while forced in you where you become total aggravation. You feel
displeased, but surely can’t stop, where you need an apology that will not
change the assault.
—we
are observers watching imperatives or always forced to wait. We might speak
freely but others will get angry even if there is a truth-correlation—
—we
demand respect despite our behavior where intoxicants impair the axiom; too
dear to me to release, or too much power to permit love, where struggle is universal;
while one shall hurt you, in order to feel you, while if not the package than
the purchase is voided;
this
fair agenda this hateful wretchedness while demanding utter respect—
