Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Simmering Or Boiling


I face haunting facts or benighted reality while chasing the distant dragon. so cursed in loses so confined by winnings while often a person inherits a nightmare. but over that way they seem simpatico they dance, set the stage, or swim like athletes. by fierce examples such deep contradiction where a person cleaves to his experience.     so paranormal so paramystic while life has baggage: those literary projections our dear desire as to assess a person by a given glance. (I live in scenes abandoned to dregs or found to resonate with a given few. such existential enmity by sensual science where relationality is conditional.) Artemis for women. Penelope for chastity. or Athena for paradox. (a person relinquishes sanity, or too unraveled to claim rational, while this might become sin.) such facial winds those long alleys or such urban graffiti: to die with culture while we pine for extraordinary where others are cursed if we achieve.     the spirit so detected or so irritated where others are envious. our desolate cities as moving souls while such root-comfort in concentration; but something is warm, it needs ice, the want to find existence in another human. such determined impetus such catapulting excellence where devastation might be waiting.     our lack of guarantees our baffling faiths with so little to substantiate our decisions. if but to despise a man if but to determine his demise so abhorred for his honesty. to claim purity where others smile while we must all plead forgiveness.     such trials by pigmentation to appreciate certain types, especially, if I can get one to endure by infinity.     by manipulation as to obtain everything while too much clarity is offensive; but it reigns as truth, “If you love me, you should fall susceptible to my deception, if not, then you don’t love me!”     if one needs accountability, or if one is too inquisitive, then something is in disarray.     I wonder by methods, trying to gain insight, into why some of us desire a spouse: we do as we please; we don’t sacrifice much; where others doing correctly sense us as universal failures.   

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