Ineptitude confusion dread waste abandon. Like cards that fall from the deck. Incomplete stories, young demise. Dejumell tu cramplasties, bug. After thoughts as you feel thunder and lightning crackle proud profound essence of prowess and surmission. After day, after midevening. Attack like a rabbid wolf. Mangy vogue of trenches. The culture of pessimistic dreaming, cloth worn to tattered admission of fury. Their obsession is conscription from injustice and the trampling of dear flowers hearts the surgically removed pride in ones soul. As if castrates, the urchin of those corners and grey pavement honest to such repugnance that you may only offer them spit in the eye, from kindness or scorn, these veterans of civil institution are incapable to be soothed. And the grain you grind is their blood time and heart. I feel awashed upon the beach, a spittle of ocean vomit, my heart and mind dissolved to the acidity of see, but there it is my severed arm. And the fool still functions. Nuclear hand. God manifest my einfenkraus, I will sodomize money. And the oyster of my shell cleaved, to be spilled murderously upon the concrete. Revolution, word warfare. I am the metaphor of all heavenly pain: schizophrenia. dear god grant us power to starve dogma... and that pain in us...
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 05:15:30 +0000
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