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Sadness

Tears and tears. Rocks and rocks. Suffering and pain. Run down to your nose and your chin to your feet or the ground. Thinking and thinking about dying and suffering or changing make the tears and rocks, the suffering and the pain come. As they come and come you still think more, you may think less and you may even fight back, wiping those tears with your hands with a napkin you think "Why do we exist", "I don't want" but you decide to keep in crying and crying, wishing and wishing, waiting and waiting until your wish comes true. Some people do things, some people wait and some people just do nothing at all. If you think this is yours, then do it. If you know what it means, then do it or stop. COPYRIGHT MARCO RUBEN ABUYUAN LLANES

POEM 3, STOP IT

Its not funny

Its not better

Its not like that

Its not like this

Its like this

Its like that. Arguments and people are just the same towards things.

#middens #gingiva #johnclowdertr #johnclowder

Dream Journal 3, Houses

We were driving. We were driving into my father's house but it was made out of bright blue legos. We suddenly popped up in a house made out of wood, it was dark and like a doll house. I saw in third person. One of my relatives said "We have to leave" then we drove off. It felt like an apocalypse and I felt fear. We were at an apartment or hotel. There was a computer that was said to be owned by our father's father. I was scared to see them open it because our grandfather looked at many inappropriate things. The background of the computer was pink and yellow. Then reality faded away. I found myself in a hall looking into the future and my best friend was sad, everyone was sad. It was the future and we created a calamity for time traveling the vibes said. My step-father was looking at a brown pyramid adoring it, he had his hands on his back and then I cried and felt sadness. I woke up. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#Middens #johnclowder #gingiva #revolverwinds

Dream Journal 2, Yellow

My dream was created, I was at school. There were obese women wearing yellow clothes in the classroom. The garden was extremely verdant, it had ponds and vivid orchids. My friends were there, and one said "There are things inhabiting this place." I felt fear, then the same kind of obese women walked through the gate carrying yellow daisies. One of my friends had the vibes of a frog, and it jumped into a pond. In the end of the garden there was this statue. There were bananas growing out of the walls along with the obese women. My view of the classroom was framed in a rainforest like state. And that is all that I can remember. It was a nightmare. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#middens #ginigva #gingiva #johnclowder #revolverwinds

POEM 2, ABNORMAL

I am the one in something

I am the me in everyone

I am the ending of the place

I am a rock of somewhere

I am the living in the death

I am the death in the living

I look at it that way

I look at it this way

It is perspective that baffles us. It is perspective that matters.

#middens #gingiva #writing #poems #johnclowder

I will not be hurt by your words for I have a shield made out of the bricks of the path that I have walked through

The dream from Prance and Frolic (Created by me) ©

#middens #gingiva #johnclowder #john clowder #revolverwinds

forgottengenres

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”

Henry van Dyke (via thatlitsite)

forgottengenres

…luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Daphne du Maurier (via thatlitsite)

POEM 1, NOT EVERYTHING

Not everything abnormal and sureal bamboozle the people

Not everything abnormal and sureal quagmire the people in their thinking box "Why does this exist?"

Most people try to be amusing to others by saying vulgar words to the sureal and abnormal

Most people try to be amusing by acting baffled, dazed and fuddled towards the beauty that is surealism

#middens #gingiva #sureal #johnclowder #revolverwinds

Live a little die alot

John Clowder's game: Middens

(Seizure the day)

(Revolver winds)

Makes more sense than "Die a little, live alot" Everything must end terribly directly or not.

#middens #gingiva #johnclowder #revolverwinds

Grow up

"I want to grow up"

When I was a small fobbish child, I never wanted to grow up since I knew there were people to judge me. As I was crying I looked at the mirror playing with my toys, looking at myself I never wanted to grow up. I looked at the window jumping on the bed in the empty room filled with only a basket, I was sure, I never wanted to grow up. But there is no pause in life. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#middens #gingiva #johnclowder #revolverwinds

Sureal

These dim-witted minds that say vulgar and unforgiving words to the sureal and abnormal are complete uneducatated and fobbish twits. It is not amusing to see you insult this with vulgar adjectives or being dazed or baffled by such. It is not amusing it bothers many people. And you know that you shouldn't say these things because you always have strange dreams and you don't wake up saying vulgar expressions. And for your information these were not created by drugs, they were taken out fresh from the mind, unpolished in the inside and polished outside. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#middens #revolverwinds #gingiva #johnclowder #john clowder

DREAM JOURNAL 1, TOYS

As reality faded away quickly I was looking at the couch at my grandmother’s house. It was dark and we were waiting for my dad, in the couch my sister was there (she’s sixteen) she had glasses and a book that she was reading silently. I ignored that and went to the other dirty kitchen were the maids stay, cook and sleep. As I walked inside I saw in beside the path a wall, but it had a door made out of concrete. I opened the door and found myself looking at a room with peach colored walls and huge toys in the corner, the room was small and me feel sad and anxious. There was a peach colored teddy bear and a green dinosaur, which looked like the one that I lost a long time ago. In the other corner I saw a rectangle shaped hole framed in an iron rectangle embedded with peach colored light bulbs. I went through and found myself looking at a purple room with a stage, it was dark and there were toys too. There was a thin unexplainable man that seemed to be made out of plastic he was singing and making jokes and… I don’t remember but I think he was possibly making fun of me. He dragged me to a spiral staircase and everything faded away for around 2 hours I think in real time. After the darkness I was in third person and I was in a transparent purple cage with moving images of people on it, it was extremely uncomfortable and then I figured out it was a dream so I forced myself to wake up and oddly… that seemed like a nightmare to me. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#qu'd #quaint #dreams #adoxagraphy #johnclowder #gingiva #middens #revolverwinds

She received gauntly palsy from forbearing herself from being muffled and being occluded due to her fuddled, dazed and squiffed brain that she got because of her unsatisfactory ennui, she could have never received that if she learnt like a lichen and darted herself out of that horrid school. Why, she’s hopeless her brain isn’t quenched and full of succulent knowledge, she has no acquaintances at all! She must’ve been asleep her whole life, she’s more like an acquaintance to me rather than a daughter! It is chastisement for me to watch her fail and get quagmired in that school of her’s, © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

#middens #johnclowder #gingiva #revolverwinds #john clowder #sureal

quoteessential

When someone leaves, it’s because someone else is about to arrive.

(via maraweeen)

forgottengenres

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

Sigmund Freud (via thatlitsite)

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