Corpture III - Recieved!!

You want it ,you got it!!

The new sound envelops the belongings of soul to captivate the very testimonials that find forebearance withing the charmed anecdotes of the ancient kind that refuse to accept wilderness in the uberly cultivated yet unnatural form that it wants to emit and emit more ever since the desire to relinquish the held forth practicalities of coral garbage that makes all blue seem as grey as the typical wants of the cauliflower infested fields which have run out of water and feel unable to survive till the better day that they did hope for some day many days ago and are yet to observe in actuality as the others find placements on calenders so meant for ubiquitos and unarranged species devoid of any form whatsoever yet cultured enough to ask at the next cut for the next cut and then reach that next to imbibing thoughts of weariness that despairs upon on the new found hope that seems to surround the effects of just not being aware of the required fullfillments and causes that so shroud every tit bit of earthenly knowledge in spells so stiff that they carry fashion in a sense that is as easy to accept as the wannabe jurisdictions of the poultry that fed itself to glory while the cattle strayed over to the moon to feed itself on gravity which was more of a sarcasm in nature and yet seemed less like the forefront of the mid summers day light dreams that never intended yet made itself wanting in the race to not win the very covetations that seemed as senile as a healthy soul overfed on cholestrol and never relaxing in itself to demand a fair trial in front of all the ginger breads that are as oxy-ferrous as delta derived antacids to make them seem as useful as communism in an quator enclosed nation and seemingly detonated time gaps but yet riveting enough to determine their own course of action and well versed with the very stances that the other may adopt on his/her ways of fighting against everything from hoarding to capitalism and making seem dreams like sober activities more passionate than ultra senile fractions on factions that are resolute in their supply of fanatism that has engulfed the very essence of collarges all across the diptheria polluted gutters that lead to further unhappined not just arround the regions so devasted but more like affection towards the well sought after on the trip individually oriented trions and seems aeons away in the midst of physically backward deterants that jingle on the fairy trials as the gods smile to say they do exist and the break in the clouds is as wannabe as their first day out on the attempts but not accepting that they finished off rather in a gibberish manner of fallen explanations than parents explaining reasons associated in giving their kids name so that them children could grow up feeling more miserable about the treatemnt meted out to peers than themselves as their humiliation after all began as just borns at the hospital than as 16 year olds castrated at the hands of near in search of sadism than seems more contrived to the very nature of the fonification of the throne so derangedly held for years that were as inhumanely treated as asylums at a refugee camp but with no way out and no exit routes to a secure life that may be as becoming as tristium cells shining for the day when they become seen enough to feel proud of their children but not realizing that the above was qritten without HTML brakes or ENGLISH fullstops but more like another CORPTURE on the prowl to discuss legally unaccepted viewpoints that arouse the last bits of sexual desires in a way as innit as resounding toll bells on the 67 that leads ione out of the majors in the very last attempt at me wanting to stop and succeeding!!

"Calling satire
ridiculing desire,
Hailing the cult
destroying the null"

Who asked you to grow through it incase you never did!!!!

PS - All comments are unwelcome!!

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!!

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.