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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@papillonattrape
Думите са плът, които минават през мен и не прощават, превъплъщение на грозотата като пръстен увит около теб незнайно защо аз продължавам да се рея из неизбежността на лятото. Да продължавам аз, не знам защо, безвремието погълнало е хоризонтите, повсеместни, улици без изход, лутайки се в кръг, не зная, къде е края и къде началото
The closeness of a gentle soul is a punishing vulnerability creaking in from underneath the wooden panels, Of a wretched home, corroded scaffold, where caressing of the soul begets no more stillness, but volatility which no longer startles me. Loosen up the tangles of your erratic reasoning. The prescience of urgency descending upon us as my hands wrap up around your body,
a half-burnt candle at a pagan altar I am an Eastern recluse washed ashore the banks of Craigside where we pledged ourselves to the calling of a lucid dream our amaranthine lullaby, an Elysian glue,
You have tended to a feverfew, she said, you can heal, though thy lesion gushes out the marred essence of the world.
إرشاد
Blood meridians, of the land of gore the last rendering of hope, withers out in the heat glassy is the gaze of lost childhood an unrequited call for peace, our pleas, a silent contortion of the earth plane
Tangential
The haunting of my reverie is a chasm without a crater an affect of the whip of motion that is the inconsistent coercive sentiment perpetuating the ruckus of unison and chaos and amorphous noise ever so seamlessly
Sans effort
The deity of seduction had settled in with the last moon, a foreboding of a rare Jupiter and Venus rendezvous in Pisces. We would be clashing in our imaginary radiuses seeking to distance ourselves but would only end up coalescing together to appease a nuanced understanding of perplexion. To meet halfway would be to trip over a brick wall, an unsurmountable mirror image of a daffodil:
Come Drink With The Vegas Stars Tonight Come Drink With The Vegas Stars Tonight We'll Find You In The Bowels Of The Beast Yeah We'll Find You And Take You Home Tonight Come Fuck With The Vegas Lights Tonight Come Fuck With The Vegas Lights Tonight We'll Find You Terror In Your Eyes Yeah We'll Find You And Take You Home Tonight
écart voyeuriste
Bleeding petals of sedation, undying in the gaze of a perennial, thy mirrored discourse is a spatiotemporal condition of the senses unabated by the woeful disposition of the skies
un murmure sans fin
Кукловод на преходни структури защо сме тук един ден, а сетне - не, обичам образа и формата, regardless. Не казвай, че сами сме били през цялото време, а кажи, как да изпълним със смисъл хартиените кули, които се свличат, безнадеждно, давейки се, напоени орхидеи гаснат бавно във жарта на лятото