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photo's coming soon I am just uploading them. Sugar rush, weird lighting in my room and a strange song that never ends. So I constructed something I know nothing of in the way of understanding. Enjoy:
"You're wearing your fathers glasses and for no reason, they aren't the right prescription for you, you can't even see straight can you?"
The ridiculous thing is how scared someone can feel, in the dark when that voice starts, oh yeah there's an alarm clock down there, rub it in like that, mm a little more, that will stop the itching, so you won't end up with a scar.
"there's aren't my fathers, I don't know who's fathers they are, maybe they weren't even a father"
A weird concept, to live on without becoming a parent, what is life without that? Selfish? Kind? In a day and age, (one that in fact we've always been in, it's only in the past 200 or so that we've really given enough of a shit to stop it) where a parent can sell their child for little more than a hit of drugs or enough food to feed the rest of their family, who is to say that procreating is the right way to go.
"I wonder what it would be like, to be one of the last ones to die out" she smiles, a crease appears above her brow and she tilts her head down in what seems to be contemplation.
Aquatic, it seems that we're surrounded, tempting ,the jade golden glimmer of the sparkling deep, he who is not immersed will simply recede and quiver into nothingness below these tides.
"I like the sound it makes when it leaves the sky and forms tiny oceans around our feet" he doesn't stop to think like she does, glances down instead and creates in his mind, as real as you and I, the oceans of life times beneath his bare feet.
Cold skin until it makes contact, that strange fever like temperatures that mean no illness but perhaps still a weakness within the body. Black spilling, silver in the lower lights, even as it's yellow tinged from the source, smothering into an oozing field of yes and no.
"I don't know if I want to be this anymore, do you mind if I change my mind? I'd rather the existence of something that lives a shorter life for longer successions in night time splendors"
"You're wearing your fathers glasses and for no reason, they aren't the right prescription for you, you can't even see straight can you?"
The ridiculous thing is how scared someone can feel, in the dark when that voice starts, oh yeah there's an alarm clock down there, rub it in like that, mm a little more, that will stop the itching, so you won't end up with a scar.
"there's aren't my fathers, I don't know who's fathers they are, maybe they weren't even a father"
A weird concept, to live on without becoming a parent, what is life without that? Selfish? Kind? In a day and age, (one that in fact we've always been in, it's only in the past 200 or so that we've really given enough of a shit to stop it) where a parent can sell their child for little more than a hit of drugs or enough food to feed the rest of their family, who is to say that procreating is the right way to go.
"I wonder what it would be like, to be one of the last ones to die out" she smiles, a crease appears above her brow and she tilts her head down in what seems to be contemplation.
Aquatic, it seems that we're surrounded, tempting ,the jade golden glimmer of the sparkling deep, he who is not immersed will simply recede and quiver into nothingness below these tides.
"I like the sound it makes when it leaves the sky and forms tiny oceans around our feet" he doesn't stop to think like she does, glances down instead and creates in his mind, as real as you and I, the oceans of life times beneath his bare feet.
Cold skin until it makes contact, that strange fever like temperatures that mean no illness but perhaps still a weakness within the body. Black spilling, silver in the lower lights, even as it's yellow tinged from the source, smothering into an oozing field of yes and no.
"I don't know if I want to be this anymore, do you mind if I change my mind? I'd rather the existence of something that lives a shorter life for longer successions in night time splendors"