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lets go beyond words reading this

with your mind.

i hung myself with a nous today

and i dangled there in twilight

fading out and then a crack

i coughed out some air and a soul

there it went out of my dream

into the void

people care about these shell's stories

what about these soul's stories?

eh, noone ever listened to my story anyway...

there goes the soul, wee...

it tells us that it's all a dream

and…

a misanthropist loves animals

and go insane-alone.

people are a dis-ease,

he keeps on asking

if they could pull him out

of his stuck apparatus,

check the special source

for shattered light reference(s),

if you can't find yourself,

how could you ever find me?

find him, that, or this?

you create sin so you can

become wrapped in its wire

until you choke

until you find islam (surrender)

this…

i'm remebering

a never

and you're still there

there's something different now

i'm sort of a

new…

she's blacker than demon shit

conspiracies written in the sky

invisible insanity

and creative disguise.

the best advice i ever got

was to lay down and die.

he killed her on the phone

in his head

while she was talking

about her bad day.

there are parts of her

she could do without.

but they probably wanna live anyway...

they go get lost in the energy.

to be in a perfect world

they have to…

the hygene of language

the evolved form of words

fragments of sounds in a proverbial collage

the unities of unison, the sexual attraction.

aesthetics in appalachia

the harmony of lucrecia

the governments just trying to scare you

read animal farm...

quit crying, get out of the fear

it's not that bad.

but i can't show you this

just wait til you see my dick.

topography in thailand

underage rug burned…

central themes that undermine improvisation

the loss of creature,

the blackening of visualization.

i can't see you anymore.

damaged auras

coming toward us

i can't keep on running.

my knucles are naviely white honey...

disappear

further into your pattern of selfish hope.

this life is a fucking joke...

langaleers devouor every yestermoment.

Have fun

Experimental…

no matter how many people it saved

it couldn't save it self

there was no safety in salvation.

no appreciation

in deeds done,

but what thing does deeds for appreciation

except from it's own self.

no matter how many atrocities received

bullets in their heads and sharp objects through

the brain so they could finally fucking rest.

there was no finality to the experience,

just a bullet in the head and a limp…

thee insatiable lovour

i love you in ways

that suicide letters are written

bled your tears for days

those are the things that aren't easily

forgotten.

i love you in ways that

murderers find passion.

held my head in my hands for days

hope seems to grow distance-

further.

and it's time to let him have paradise

because paradise is... too far…

a catalyst for an expiration date

a thinning veil of love, of hate.

nothing like the moment

seizing these dying days.

a root that has consumed

all it ever let rise.

someone told me once that

all i ever knew i'd inevitably despise.

in the back of a trunk

with the tape on its mouth

with the eyes pulled back flickering

pupils dialated with coagulated red crust.

a ripped up florida tee-shirt

and a rib pointing out by a palm tree

watch it try to take a step and fall

with a rotting nervous system

its never been here before

and its never going to be here again

so it rests in its defeat at the hands

of so many strangers it never…

existential wisdom

failing and misleading

the ways that we are seeking

the groundless nation

a context of righteous nothing philosophy

a love of learning nothing

superegosurveys

a voice to the voiceless

there's a mixed message

in just about every bottle

she keeps on making eye contact

with the eyeless practition of hamarabi

another waste of fake paper.

collapse of the converging hearts

with the seasons of atrophied atriums

above the anemic sun ,

here-

is a warm place.

there are places we can rest?...

there are places we can rest.

one day i'll find the peace

of a soul that does not lead or follow

but walks beside me in time as -

i walk beside them, we'll let the currents pull us-

until there is no more separation...

and there will be rest…

a halo-less hero

has come to save the day

in the anti hero

kinda way

where they show up

and things fall down

then you sit around

and count it down

the waiting the wishing

the hoping for something

the creature of nothing

and the smiling

the ignorant smiling that fills these voids

in our mouths in our hearts

when we have no other way of

We are in this world, never of it, and in this flesh prison we are confined to the material world, we are victims to the cycle of the infinitely limited wheel of Samsara, we are ignorant, thus we suffer- because of the ignorance and suffering there is a will to action- and this will to action creates a consciousness- this consciousness forces us into a psycho-physical existence- because of this psycho-physical existence we have connection to one's self, one's identity- because of this…

If you don’t have anything nice to say- go fuck yourself