| I really would like to continue writing online or really in general as an outlit ..but it seems I always find myself occupied and/or lazy as fuck when trying to pull the thought from my collection of electronics and wires mangled into every crevice of my mind. Sometimes I will close my eyes when my pulse begins to rush and I'll see towers of memories ...
I'll attempt this...
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| every fucking time.
I try to write something. I gets erased on Xanga.
I will give another shot.
It's beeeeen a loonnng road.
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| tempting. not to fade, inside or outwards. a collapsed labyrinth spiraling in shadowed sunlight. fatigued before my own reflection, countless pieces appearing hollowed for even a worthy soul cannot recognize. seizure in her finest form, a world swallowing and choking simaltaniously. the gateways are now opening, pressuring my skull to envelop the scenery as cavorted voices ring throughout my brain, focusing between the graves and the ocean. how can i get to the place in my dreams ? the eternity of time unexsisting. the cloud, skinning the flesh from earth itself. piercing light, awakening the past. all is somnolence in this realm. it gradually extinguishes my perception. the calm veins of water are leading me back to my limbs.
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| only disgust for a vile such as I a reaming due for relevant a religion seeming servitude for natural destruction sour. born towered housing the Sword shrewd, cursed. at what expense of my joy, befallen the excited bile yet boiling in scorned enemies I have yet to decide. ne quid nimis |
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red;
underneath
we can all see;
transparency
jury to proven;
a vulture's claim
red;
underneath
let the water run
we are in this for fun
spite;
floating unconsciously
anonymous;
between blueprints
for an ideal;
secret shattering
let the water run
while the sinuous;
reflections writhe
truth seethes;
digestion
to scathe;
release
the entities
feeding;
//equip:ment . lilywhiterue |
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