Corpture - Begin!!

Pragmatism

Adult literature is cult,a scientific representative of the biased education,that is still left unimparted.We may gain a little insecurity and may lose not a lot much more but the catapulted inhumane catastrophies leave a lot to undermine.
Not wishing to pulsate untargetted torture gives us many a blocks to ridicule over a certain period of time but it eventually is of little or no significance as we restrain.
Faith may change,no doubt,no second thoughts but the very basic of basics hold against us,the very aspects undetermined. It is as sad as tears to analogize every car that overtakes or every surrogate that stays unblemished.
Tell me about it,tell me a little more but that may not be want im asking for yet i continue to hear as it will have an end. Dreams change as uncertainly as hopes and they may not be classified or categorized.Blatant and bland,holy and satan,im a non believer in either. Hindu or void,killer or unjustified,its more than what they make it all come down to.Cult isnt the epitome of what religion stands for,we dont have a belief anymore to hold true to yet we stay captured.
Immense was the last word last used in the sequence so not existive anymore.Cult.
So who decided,you or me,god or thee,crap,they still the same.
Stand,stand aside but make your day,have your say.unpreturved is an enigma,as vague as 3D,as polished as surround sound,yet we are merciless and encaptivated in our own imaginations.The extent is undeniable yet extreme.We dont live to desire not yet kill to feel.We just live to live and die to welcome another leaf.Fishes dont swim or little more but i shouldnt be quoting them here because i know little.Faith is dead unless we face.
Cataract isnt just the only disease,our near sightedness is held null by the zilch of pisitive,
Blood isnt the only recluse on the run,evil isnt the only bad we feel unsafe from.
Cells as dead as a girl after rape and as unthoughtful as a head willing to be given dead.
Same things stay unsacfricied while one of the rarities is destroyed to make for that that already lives to exist.Nobody knows and nobody questions as we are just matters of principles.We are just lost for cents and scriptures that engulf all harrased zeal like they fist the floor clean.

Analysis is trippin' on figures that make graphs exist and make axis tilt.

Cocteau and DX and love and shapes,sizes and cartons and carpe diem.
Motels to be ignored for stops as they traverse our greeds to need to leave whatever was left with them as just a memory.

Since when was memory temporary.
Since when were dreams reality,
Since when was memory temporary.