Corpture II - Sent!!

Break

Gothic chants of a faraway world!!Sigma cries in a monosyllable term!!
Beautiful words and thoughful phrases sometimes lose their essence in whatever representation of their own atoms as if they realized their own myth.
Why does abstract act strange when no one gives it to give a fuck? Nobody knows not many things and no one answers some.Yet we are clueless to belonging of the cabanized pre determined earth.
How could one ask one to die,how could one be made to decide.
Electioneering is an art,so less unarmed yet so strong.A bittle happening to make it weak,a churning desire so asleep.
Dont make it want itself to happen as if the apparagatus becomes its own sycophant.

So many things!!So many blemishes so yet ,so yet so,so yet so incomplete.

I had an off day today,i had a good day today.

Poverty is so beautiful to be with,yet when 'in', its ill and then we make our own statement.
Its a dull-pewter december night,shadows that keep me apprise,living conditions so still adding a twist to the dim tale.
We have an opposite,love to hate ,moon to anti moon,anti is a perogative,so pastelled but naive,so imaginative,no strive.
Keep me updated to the blank of the heartless chapter of dungeons floating through an unending sound at the speed of time.


Movement is a powerful force,mui bien and fallow core.Illustrated pornography and silent stars.
Opulating and maipulating scars.Id yet go for the Stars as they are sanctimonious than their whore and still so brethenized as a whole.

What wrong have they done??
Never wrong did them do!!
What shame to the some!!
What off it,did they knew?

Capture the Corpture,break the stoned,happen to love me by the stroke!!