mirrors are a detail. the simple patient on a sunday drive. want to slow but there is never a time. strapped in the back seat spluttering. a weekend chore on a weekend. should be a weekday chore. clean up messes. provided moddlicoddling. what for? what fur? i guess it is all a part of the contract. i never signed.
maybe deleted.
maybe just underneath a pile of old newspapers.
in the drawer where the secrets are kept.
in the confit of monkeys brains.
little do i know that fathering will kill me. yet i view it with googling eyes. i want. but i don't. i don't understand this doublespeak. i cannot ever make out what it means. must be double dutch. lost in translation. skimming rocks on the estuary. buried in the woods. screaming out of the woods. crime must have been committed. little do we know. little do i care. all i want is the brightness in the eyes. when the sky is just blue, perfect. naieve. i don't care. if it works tell me and i will not abstract further.
how did i end up like this?
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rabbithole (nightfall)
laybrinth of nothingness that is tells you things. like let a = b equation that proves 1 = 2.
a place of worship(sarcasm) the place where you go to (the lavatory)
a place of worship(sarcasm) the place where you go to (the lavatory)
crossfire
lasers beams crossed through mediums of protection. things went missing. the suitcase. family. never leave things out in the rain as well. rustic chains. iron rotting bits all over the carpet. pigs roll in this filth. deletion however inconvinent made me feel powerful. on a powertrip. you guessed it, underneath the flag of cinderpaths.
proceed to library
down the stairs to your right.
take something off the shelf.