a
violent sneeze or a violent climax so violent it feels more terrestrial. I spark
a clove into midnight the beauty of the crocodile. so many coyotes while a man
is wild but watching pathologies. I could never abuse or sense more trauma
while alive an angle with an alligator. so underneath such a rug while candles
speak to angels. pushing through minutia or famish upon a menu at some gate
inside: those monsters or mother’s consciousness or father’s prayers. coldness
in warmth or love in hatred or so distinct I realize an omen. such palatial
skies too much for one country as refused for entrance.
we want for it to seem isolated, but Love performs, it never mattered once doors closed. some are so electric to reach a height as so addicted to one woman; the field as it bleeds those cotton balls screaming or such a filthy animal forced to digest. back to America such leniency while most souls feel suffocated.
our minds filled with waterweeds our hearts surfing through marsh, where most aren’t interested in correct thinking.
such was detriment so harmful while bent into a fence. to climb like tomorrow to slip down oils, to slam into dirt. a needle as we crawl, while halfway in, where walls clash down around us.
I felt handicapped or suffering an interior thief while headed into a hermit’s box.
many despise religiosity. we inquire into the why of the matter. it often shows a lack of investigation, some deeper influence, or such disdain for rules. but some are exquisite. they have solid points, where two merely walk away. I was told two things: never argue religiosity, and never debate politics. such fire in a soul such flavor in art while anti-anything becomes kitsch.
so flushed so despised while it was something, we call love.
upon a dragonfly or murmuring where we try to get a correlation. something to hold on to, some grounding in an abstract world, such deceit to alter a grade—to decide on life, that most are mean, because they haven’t acknowledged my soul.
so thrown such mercy where it would be quite easy—as to devastate or to unravel some thread made of some synthetic. our goals are different. I plan on mastering art. others might plan on mastering some mistake—those eyes losing filters those fabrics as inexpensive or life at some ultimate disgust: those behaviors those promises while they meant nothing as they were acted into existence. as mean souls such afflicted spirits where some childhood experience has ruled for over four decades. the pain we give, the hurt we continue, while raising our crops!
at a laundry mat looking at blandness to remember a city of lies. or to realize into helium—most, despite education, are arguing and acting and afflicting based upon deeper emotions: our opinions about humans, our classifications, while unwilling to sense manipulation. a man saw one, he retreated, but her course was set in cement. he acted stupid, he saw her eyes, she never relented—the grade was passed!
