I continue to move along (Fragment)
There is only one thing bothering me at the moment. A month ago I hung out with my gorgeous blond club friend, and now she hates me. I don't know why but now I do- I think people have nothing better to say about me and others fall in the trap. WTF?!
Here is a fragment of a dream I had lastnight- If u like it- Let me know if u hate it leave all your negative comments anywhere u want. I could give two shits anyway-
I Continue To Move Along
All around me I can feel the smooth and menacing auras of the city beckening towards me. As they beckon, engulfing, like a cold wet snake around my frail and fragile body, I continue to move along. The past is behind me and now in the green toxic wastes of my former unpleasent putrid experience. No more bewitching acting upon me compared to the stardust poured upon me. I disappeared before. I continue to move along. I feel more succumbed to my surroundings. The horrific atmosphere of death and destruction, of which I belong. To my very absent fare vision, there in the midst of an ancient and once exotic island stands a beautifully stigmatizing segment of many a tall building. On many a tall building lays a coating of black vinyl forming a lustrious shade beneath the sands of the sun's very light. My hair that exact shade and brightness, clashes with the rest of this entrance. I walk towards finity. This Phorarah looking and beautiful city in the sunlit day, feels cancerous. When at night, has an opposite feeling almost vampish and erotic. No one in the history of their subconscience has discovered such wisdom, such perfection and purity as had I. I feel like that of a new borne embecile, screwing the cottony feathers of purity. Becoming one with virginity. To think back to my reality, I would honestly dispise to admit the fact that I'm but of sheer purity....guilt..! A revelation in disguise of course. I choke upon the thought. A laugh aloud in alarmment and seductive pity. I find a nearest building, I proceed with a sly caution. I notice something never before. Everything to which I have ever witness with my fair colored eyes, in reality had just begun to appear. Ships were floating a midst long lakes of the unexsisting oceans, plains, jets, and robots taking over the world. How small are they as they disappear? How infamous to the minds eye. How closed in I feel. No one but me. In this dream I stand alone.
Here is a fragment of a dream I had lastnight- If u like it- Let me know if u hate it leave all your negative comments anywhere u want. I could give two shits anyway-
I Continue To Move Along
All around me I can feel the smooth and menacing auras of the city beckening towards me. As they beckon, engulfing, like a cold wet snake around my frail and fragile body, I continue to move along. The past is behind me and now in the green toxic wastes of my former unpleasent putrid experience. No more bewitching acting upon me compared to the stardust poured upon me. I disappeared before. I continue to move along. I feel more succumbed to my surroundings. The horrific atmosphere of death and destruction, of which I belong. To my very absent fare vision, there in the midst of an ancient and once exotic island stands a beautifully stigmatizing segment of many a tall building. On many a tall building lays a coating of black vinyl forming a lustrious shade beneath the sands of the sun's very light. My hair that exact shade and brightness, clashes with the rest of this entrance. I walk towards finity. This Phorarah looking and beautiful city in the sunlit day, feels cancerous. When at night, has an opposite feeling almost vampish and erotic. No one in the history of their subconscience has discovered such wisdom, such perfection and purity as had I. I feel like that of a new borne embecile, screwing the cottony feathers of purity. Becoming one with virginity. To think back to my reality, I would honestly dispise to admit the fact that I'm but of sheer purity....guilt..! A revelation in disguise of course. I choke upon the thought. A laugh aloud in alarmment and seductive pity. I find a nearest building, I proceed with a sly caution. I notice something never before. Everything to which I have ever witness with my fair colored eyes, in reality had just begun to appear. Ships were floating a midst long lakes of the unexsisting oceans, plains, jets, and robots taking over the world. How small are they as they disappear? How infamous to the minds eye. How closed in I feel. No one but me. In this dream I stand alone.