a stinking mess that i gave you at first glance, but there was always
more than that there, you see… fingering the framing and feeling the
freakish demeanor, wondering why it takes so long for the flow back of
positive energies takes to work, but then i realize that it gets far
more difficult entering into situations with a negative attitude… the
friends true being few and far between, too much to even feel to worry,
but only as i tear apart my past with blocked out bits of dark back
drop-off… the backyard of the supervoid is endless, and abyssal to the
point of timelessness, and the gravity is too ephemeral to witness with a
naked eye… a lazy, crazy weightlessness to behold as the soul floats
above the body in a primal state of sleepy dreamers’ haze, a communing
with necessary ancestor spirits in nights spent wandering and reliving
trails and maps of the subconscious… interwoven and interlocked with the
eternal and ever-spiraling spacial distortion, we dance with every
single particle in our forced appearance Here, and yet we still find
ways to undermine the solutions so easily applied to our woes… the grasp
of curing fails us, and we are still finding ways injure and kill the
members of our own precious species, disposing of innovation at every
turn as the ways anchor themselves slowly along linear ticking sounds
somewhere… bumping into things again, with the ill discrepancy to stay
awake and rive myself home at the same time, and the questions that
arise from the inflamed wedges of guilt i have hammered into myself… the
soulless armor of amore that i have equipped to protect that unyielding
lust, but the love is not the only thing that requires an intuition for
truth, the organ of sensory perceptions we are all born with…
