Dec 29, 2016
Morning
Hang them all with paper swaddling and DOOM!!!
seen from Martinique
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seen from Martinique
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Morning
Hang them all with paper swaddling and DOOM!!!
Call me, I need you.
Louder
Why aren't we smiling, is it all this love? Airwaves and trouble. Bespoke anxieties on the common. Tell me, what opinions have you formed? On rain or other matters. Another string of repetitive realisations needing to continue. Shame it can't all work.
Facing
I sink here in sunshine and memory.
People Tell Lies About Badgers
He did it. Shit up all his insides over our project. Deading up his will with bent gravity and chance interactions with people of note. It came and grumbled while the grit felt it's way into the holes of those children, filling their dreams with meaning as they were beaten and blamed for nature's wrath. One more sick exclusion of hate, laid on by the watcher's inability and preference for damp smiles.
My handwriting is apparently dreadful.
Difference
Maze crested hills, seizing their God in attained nothingness.
Minute givings of eternal growth, fluttering in happenstance through core and build. The moveable kind, the tearing kind. Neverending in failure. Through published results of fleeting waste. Rung through a linen grate of deathly acceptance. In toil and kingly groves this willed moment flips and bleeds.
Tinker
Wailing boredom condemning the unsexed ashes of the Frightener's need.