Monday, December 9, 2013
I Name You Thee
my universe is my universe nothing more I forgot the movie is already written and I'm just practicing my part for when the time comes quiet on the set and action its all there in black and white doesn't matter the petri dish a melting pot and whod've thpught that time for got she asked are you harboring terroriss straight out just like that I responded of course but don't let them find out and rain on my parade they don't respect me like they used to when I had all the potential in the world and stars flocked from miles like wisemen I had been introduced to acute modern actress once whom I did not understand I was not ready for what she would learn to show me and how was I supposed to know we were on the same page all in this together all in or nothing bust falling and boosting just like that in the dark rolled in like the nothing it was now ever present and un ignorable I know rhetoric when I hear it but if its not vocalised its hard to tell when its written on a flat surface without without without its very difficult to tell and there is no end to the neverending endlessness I like to think I'm good at what I do thats why I'm still here I'm conscientious to my own personal worth and boundaries I have set myself up for success yes I have success yes I success ssssss ssssss ssssss the difference is the distance between smoke and mirrors and the music the byproduct the ceasing fold increasing magic persisting upon the china hutch we remember it smelling like corrugated embodiment supposing migratory vehicular dispulse I am reminded here of a quote by the famed psychologist all neuroses stem from mans attempts to escape lifes legitimate sufferings and she must be here to balance the scales afterall her name only appears in print at marriage and death its only right mortification of the fresh and the clean sit around long enough youll feel what I mean its not a pasing fancy all this time youve spent wasting to savor a certain flavour on your sabertipped tongue I know I'm plenty stupid and young the electric display works my bones to the knife and I twist and I cry for my nearly lost wife I cant lose myself now not in meaningless prose and purpose unknown I'm showing a gown on a gnome to the homeless in distress the cold desert of nevada peppered littered in dead sparrows and canarys if youre going to print this out you should cut the lines in strips and glue or tape them end to end at random
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