Cold as in old, ancientious, outspoken. Wilding yet wary, our own stalls betokening care crusting over our hearts, but we're breakers! Nothing can stop and no-one can mistake us for anything that's not their own intersection, consequence has us at large, no inception to have our made meaning betrayed by ones own. Loosely we tighten the starp, Whedding stone for the sharpening sense where all fits where it may, words open out as their function in play makes its lazy way up wizards lol by the sides---- Every Ting wereling rid of rivalries rides.
I just don't know. (There was a time I swear when i was the on who new anyfun!) The meaning above is open to interpolation
Music hosts ghostly images boastfully posted as mostly imitating us. It's Creatively sequenced legitimate expression, forced by torqued individuality sessions split in two divisional duality questions. In so that we can best confess an incidental weekend full of zest and banned recessions. The rest is like working a fan for brain pleasure. It's learned as how a plane lands after three bland departures. Measure it's money earned as we see happy harmony unharmed in alimony as signatures sign for matrimony archers.
Your words are bold and frantic and contagious. In my head everything cascades like fast spoken-word. I like this direction, especially seeing the transformation from the earlier writings to the more recent ones. There is more control and they're more accessible to the reader while retaining...your voice and originality. For me -fleetingly-, -unity- and -music- are some of pieces that stood out.
Very direct. As pandemic is to prism as unionisms are new to continuous continuums. Fairly suspect. As introspect inspects studious sediments fairly new to this ensuing impediment. I go right. Brain knows it's left. I learn right, brain discerns it theft. Very direct is it. Fairly suspect that I now exit- this is not a tested testament. Rather, I'm abusing spending limits of those clueless few who suspend suspension in relationship to unicorns in unison. Of those foolish recluses who misuse vacation ships to feel this reality real in amazing amazement. I'm just simply saying while typically typing typos hard wired for placebos basically in a basement. I study my subject material. I ready the public for real. My patients are pending like pacifists rendering aggressiveness for favors of offending. Though, I disconnect and unravel. Brain then shows finesse and sends at last, us together on travels. I yielded privately to my psychology- Brain lights up splendid dimensions fielded inside of me so psychotically. Gifted. So angelic, though learn I did. So introverted, kid.
Summer time dog-days. Woody Hays with the Ohio State - Maze and Blue always. Chicago Tribune, Toronto auto-tune. What is yellow is for Michigan, what is off red is for the southern chicken. So-so I write just for the sake of nodding my head with a yo-yo weight. Fashion, dancing, Autumn leaves bring the crisp lacerations with NA-NA orgasms. No, no ! Yes. Yes ? Free writing while seen sighting. Slight of hand flee fighting is believing. Exciting Led zeppelin inspired sitting, break fast or respite some recipe of my setting. Crocker pan cakes with cookie chips, neo charge whips. No edit, just simple breakdowns, that only shake, pound once you read it. One paragraph at a time. One song at a time. Your time IS gonna come. Only if you wait. Choice is yours, now lets be cliché and say "don't be late". HOW Risqué behaviors take dinner-date favors his way for material savors. Sinners All stand in time like you and your life, both now and later. Someday, time will come. For you, my creator. And me too. All well sells well that swells in hell. Bells. Ring em. Decided to bring estrogen to redeem with songs that sing em. A great big whole in my heart. Sedates my path back home to you. Shown shrewd, but who knew. Truths be told, oaths to be hold. I sold both to some inner Piper. My mind pied, locked down like how I cried accurate drops as a snide sniper. Only eat baloney if so lonely, in front of a dog and pony show hommie. I want to do something grand. Something lucid that connects to fans in grand prix grand-stands. For the common Joe. NOW THAT IS A CHALLENGE. Today's age is the era of deception labeled as creativity and sold in payment plans. Lost relics teach to mediocrity, can you feel me man ? D: Because I'm not a Joe. I'm a Ed. I whistle lucid. I might end this soon, depends how long I listen to brain waves, so stupid.
I believe to conceive in the human orgasm. Abyss just a crease as our bloods bridge bechasm type o joe for seemings sake beam in shows seam. Eds fine like I, we re minding un wine so to make up we take it forgiving wat gone and where off, fully on, to re prize in sight sawn from itself as reflexions struck fast to suspend in our heir what was missing, each other we mend and then...?....that's the question, it drives us we it, this is something, forget us and don't when you fit
Some may postulate of now of late some even hate that this may be the fate of slums of people living in crates that they should rate the crumbs from the tables of those who are more able To corral and stable the steeds of the mind Rumble on
