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. . . drugs, sex and arrogance give a whole new meaning to the perspective towards the lighter side of every fundamental deceit that is. We fall, we fathom, we frail and try as though we might understand as much as we want it to, it never comes out as hate when we put ourselves down and complain. When we shower ourselves with gifts; when we take our solace and put it in it’s place along the imaginary wall in this reality; we don't quite yet take one foot at a time.
It's never one step away. It's a mile ahead. Your reality is not the person you know but was once close encounter with friends. Close only counts when you're afraid. Close only counts when you're abroad covering the silent raid, the massacre of gold and honey. What we see is a new white house built from the grassy knoll next to the asylum for bulls and bears. What we see is a new kind of purple that is like rain into an hour glass sharpened and placed at her majesty's feet.
So many lips and tricks played on the pimp in my mind. See this strand of language for what it really is; a pleasure palace of crayon drawn names; a color that has no shape; a freedom to do with whatever you choose along the beltway. I see dragons, rows, pimps and spiders of the night while the creatures I didn’t were either with them or among them; if you support what they do or just do not care, just take her.
What they might do is shun you or eat you. What they might do is consume you or toss you into the wilderness of acid and fables. Doing animals that lust after dogs, eating the wind at your hair or tying these strings of word is ever more so harder than I imagine.
But it works. It works so well.
It's never one step away. It's a mile ahead. Your reality is not the person you know but was once close encounter with friends. Close only counts when you're afraid. Close only counts when you're abroad covering the silent raid, the massacre of gold and honey. What we see is a new white house built from the grassy knoll next to the asylum for bulls and bears. What we see is a new kind of purple that is like rain into an hour glass sharpened and placed at her majesty's feet.
So many lips and tricks played on the pimp in my mind. See this strand of language for what it really is; a pleasure palace of crayon drawn names; a color that has no shape; a freedom to do with whatever you choose along the beltway. I see dragons, rows, pimps and spiders of the night while the creatures I didn’t were either with them or among them; if you support what they do or just do not care, just take her.
What they might do is shun you or eat you. What they might do is consume you or toss you into the wilderness of acid and fables. Doing animals that lust after dogs, eating the wind at your hair or tying these strings of word is ever more so harder than I imagine.
But it works. It works so well.