Territory Surfing.
just like when they scream "Dick let the ball drop", I have created misconstrued meanings of blatant reality and turned them into fuel-induced fallacies only apparent to an outer eye. yet all in one and one in nothing making it something, cramps my brain for the it should remain a nothing and confusion should maintain to allow something good.
paradoxically speaking, do you catch my drift or have you once again cast yourself away to the island of to-care-me-not where evil looms over each bit of leaf and the dirt becomes a breeding ground for shallowness and depraved vanities that loose their woe, though they never had it to begin.
with that in mind take so much time to ponder the bliss of what has gone amiss circumventing what has become a deep-seeded loathing into like as fast as my left ass cheek can turn from pomegranate to purple or from mixed mocha to pale white. don't see it happening, thankful for that because of an even hue.
boysenberry syrup on my bulgar wheat pancake. i'll take it plain because the sugarcoated shit only mocks what isn't there and already nutritious and whole without the additives. how fucking similar to life. hmmm... my heart skipped a beat but not in that flighty way. it is shocked to pieces from itself from what's in and around it and from what lingers outside of where it has made its home without permission to beat and think and so et al. all of the other luxuries that it has afforded itself to, again without permission.
so then with reckless abandon, one will have to watch as she takes a measuring tape around the world and back and reminds herself that Cameroon and Nigeria are not really an eight of an inch apart.
so much space between, inhale the echoes of an empty cavern and get sucked right in. Succumbed.
paradoxically speaking, do you catch my drift or have you once again cast yourself away to the island of to-care-me-not where evil looms over each bit of leaf and the dirt becomes a breeding ground for shallowness and depraved vanities that loose their woe, though they never had it to begin.
with that in mind take so much time to ponder the bliss of what has gone amiss circumventing what has become a deep-seeded loathing into like as fast as my left ass cheek can turn from pomegranate to purple or from mixed mocha to pale white. don't see it happening, thankful for that because of an even hue.
boysenberry syrup on my bulgar wheat pancake. i'll take it plain because the sugarcoated shit only mocks what isn't there and already nutritious and whole without the additives. how fucking similar to life. hmmm... my heart skipped a beat but not in that flighty way. it is shocked to pieces from itself from what's in and around it and from what lingers outside of where it has made its home without permission to beat and think and so et al. all of the other luxuries that it has afforded itself to, again without permission.
so then with reckless abandon, one will have to watch as she takes a measuring tape around the world and back and reminds herself that Cameroon and Nigeria are not really an eight of an inch apart.
so much space between, inhale the echoes of an empty cavern and get sucked right in. Succumbed.