I
loved its life. I was wilder than most. I took to it to master winning. a gated
person a deeper maxim a loyal participant. I hit hell giggling I raised
warriors I lost friends. so many properties so enlove with motion too blitz by
condition. mother would frown, unless it was berries, so much sugar in vinegar.
to hate self to live like hatred or to disagree with winning. so much pain, as
it inverted, where it wrecked guts. nonetheless, sure talk, or sure beauty,
where books took on an appeal: self-help, psychology, a pushy person or two. so
confronted such pain sipping a brew with a homeless person. a professor or
three, a diamond or guts such laughs when he tried. a friend spat facts, where
he never knew, I saw his core person: a good man, a family man, where pain is
too much to efface. by certain happiness by certain repercussions as eyes
fixate on crafts. nothing too fancy. just getting into axioms. while an aphorism
tore guts. I wrestle I see residentials I see an exit plan. so much a picture
as reneged by cameras where a woman might die for me. such philosophies such a
curse while accountable for each word. by core reality. or core happiness.
where each pollinate. those auras or so cold while claiming love. it frets me
it shoves me it sounds delirious. so many questions at times, or hell to those
premises, or so wrong it’s better to just evaporate. a person tricked me, as
such a cool person, where it seeped out. I vowed some unreasonable posit, or I felt
ridiculous, while I learned we often put too much faith in potential. I haven’t
said much while losing me or becoming some anomaly; not as badness, but as
goodness, where we value eccentricities. so much attraction, so much aged, certain
into a dilemma. I would need something. I would be denied. it’s hellish, but it
lives: from Watts to China, from California to Australia, or from Europe to Mexico.
it looks as sameness. it speaks like something is collected. it has purpose in
its agenda. or it adores by furious irrationality. so much in needs so much to
welcome bittersweet, where anything raw is like syrup to pain.
