mostly
mythos minded or mythos delirium or mythos identity. to
arrive at ourselves, or to select customs over logic—such strange predilections.
so many mind appliances or soil bleeding essence while fraught by adult
memories—or the absence, thereof. so salacious for attention. one wonders about
commitment. how have the many become one?
I spoke with a gatekeeper. we
speculated over screams. it was different to see deception. but I’m a weary
man, living on a weary island, while I expect something proving my inadequacy:
the enchant of a dahlia, or sickles to my skies, or something preventing full
entrance. by a kind man, an indifferent contradiction, where it hurts to
examine fire.
we mimic behaviors, something
uncouth becomes our repetition, or we might become evolved. but Love is
herself, while others should be mindful, as if our mutuality is on trial.
I try by intuition or I live by
distance where many are having difficulties. 24 x 7 such deep condition while
some are raving over 20 hours a week. it looks casual it seems perfected where
two are experiencing what they would hide. we create space if but to survive
while too much might cause disagreement. to rave over a woman, as seen three
times a week, as to presume she is an angel. it might be obvious, but four-hour
intervals—are easy to master, unless unhinged a bit. we must assess reality,
based in evidence, as opposed to jumping to conclusions.
I skip a little into something
metaphysical or something we assert to make sense of a cryptic reality. the
hurt or rain those stems those feelings as submersed in intellectual
rationalization. a man sounds smart as he lives his ambivalence where he hasn’t
three words to give. such contradiction, such wailing uncertainty, where one
wishes to be of assistance; as coupled with mania, or better, depression, to
trespass on someone’s island. pure dysfunction or a little disclosure while a
man loves unbeknownst to his reasons.
