Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Supernatural Perception Is A Threat


through waves or force the feeling of suspension. but connectedness by understanding or tapping into sky-wells. full complication so internal where fire seems by ransom. to have a feeling or to exhaust emotion where behavior isn’t an issue. such furious wires so born to disrupt while beauty is auctioned. by points proven if to disturb tranquility, so distressed another found joy. it meant so little. so meant for invasion. while it went too far. it becomes difficult science, or quicksand religion, while it liberates or confines. (to look at Love so thrown to believe while something is dis-centered. sunlit valleys or countryside sparks while we believe not in our practices. existence is for manipulation. nothing is authentic. while we like it this way.) “I want nothing for you. nothing I can’t rent out. for you are a threat. I report those, in this spell of fusion, for it’s quite raw.” one might awaken it, just to identify its location where something unreal is monitored by fury. (I think of a woman such flame to glisten where she wanted to be seen: nothing more, but maybe to be worshiped, or to charge up for it was sexual.) what happens those askew darts, where one is possessed, or unmonitored. so headed your way as sudden into a trance while I felt it was unnecessary. such those illnesses by different compartments where some are concerned about free agents. something must submit if but to maintain balance while we can’t escape free agents. it’s quite natural for us if but to suggest something extraterrestrial while harnessing perceptions. each group has it source its ability to rev into a countenance. it becomes a commodity. it’s reduced to a product. while most are angered by calling it holy. everything is by conspiracy. or the feeling becomes: “Only I or we can operate the vehicle.” one might retreat. or shift perception. or just fail to pursue those windy spells. as more of you, or analyzing follicles, a bit distressed where it means so much to alter life: by missiles or by sheer bullets for innocence becomes dangerous—plus, “I can’t permit that, those supernal thoughts, for they cause discomfort.”                   

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