would to exist so nauseated too close such emptiness. each day a feeling too hardened to succumb, where, it just may be, life offers so much to persons. a sudden glare into atmosphere while inside makes more sense. a palm of modalities a woman we loved a pain where she collapsed. so much invested, so ritualized, a conundrum to whispers.
such puppetry a soul at pleasures a body filled with spasms.
it was cold midnight so eager to speak so cold in pains. too elusive so shaded seeping into our shadows. to knit corners to afire in flames where it couldn’t be what I hunt for. evidence in dying while it takes menticide if but to control. a long ladder a longer letter such losing to fret winning.
a future moans in tender anguish a man walks his pendulum where if but to adore it would be horrendous.
so necessarily unnecessary. people would vomit if to understand our truest agendas. it seems like a padlock but humans are peculiar where each searches for those combinations. just imagine an axiom, each is suffering, each needs a semblance, a slither of happiness. such avid appetites such rushing to meet such disappointment – but on to others, a similar routine, while dying for different results.
so drab but chromatic—meaning colorful.
it became so uncouth I stopped participating.
global means tactics. effaced means replaced. excited means a button was struck. so tested, at every churn, while this is existence. so possessed as gunning through forests or sitting with a pack of wolves. to see hyenas as all looking where one might giggle. so close to it, while never to mention it, we camouflage our caricatures.
would to grain such undercurrents a woman tugging like gospel. to sense something askew, or to eschew poison, where a reputation for suspicion pursues. so cold its dungeon, as many tried, to fail, and now one is considered a problem. or a serious issue, ensuing from adolescence, an incapability to trust others. a person is in a cobweb. he never listens to voices. where life on life’s terms, our giving in exchanges, seems wearisome. to want as never could be in a land speaking in mixed marbles. too much to remember, or so joyous, where science becomes savoir; to lose essence, to pawn sentimentalities, a night of passion – is ended with a high five. this appeases us. it lets us off the hook – no one is quite so serious! such shade in heat or a flower withered while Jonah raged in his guts.
it
seems we outgrow our sentiments, or especially a combination, essentially, we
fit a package.
