Corptue XIV - Rubicon - Complete!!

Its done!! As blatantly changed as pink to red!!

Almost, influence sways, knowledge withheld, the point of no return, I almost knew this. Scroll below for reference. It this is what it was meant to be.

A cynical display.

The corpture is complete.

Corpture XIII - Lysis

Adored by the facets that tarnish the very image that does not reappear. We are confused to the point of knowledge being withheld. What use is the way we attempt to get points across?What use is the fetish to start a conversation that we permit to never get no where. What wrong did them do to be forbade sanctity? Why do they never know what is happening? where is the curiosity gone?

Unusually rabid, the sadistic raconteur,
comprised within his own tell-tale galactic
Fighting the paradigm of not me but us,
The paradox of solar system, anonymous.


Persuaded by the manequins of another generation to recount the horrors, the signs that lead to the solve. Emancipating the very unsocial credits that have embedded within us an urge to make it towards our own self.October sans the weather, the autumn so not omnipresent. we could wrap around our fingers, this emotion yet we pervasively flow into the same old unusual being. There are mysteries, more like questions that shall never be replied to.Why even an atheist who so strongly stands by his view writes god with a capital G? Why we take in what is given, blood by blood!! An apparent difference in my object's position or direction as viewed from different points is as complex as the very vivid sentences that form their own story. Cry like little people subject to being burnt whenever the next page is written. It is not cool to be history anymore.

A bracket of vacuum,
my culture so unused
watch your step, tread carefully,
my magical ventage, sold easily.

Solemn atonement to the subscribers, para gliders, and those amongst others. We walk towards different shades of different colors, so enthralled by the vast spectrum that so seems splendid, albeit when we reach to find it grow as black as the semi polished discrepancies that shroud our being. We will submit yet again to the powers that govern our movement, making us feeling as pragmatic as they can. Flowing into the speech is as unstable a form as ever, we can hardly be too bright to call it a farce.

En caustic, burnt in the solemn paragraphs that questioned our innocence. Witness to the unimaginative naivety and surrounded within the same chivalry that is now dead. Sing my song, there is time for just one more.Their valency is as subjective as is the way we built them around each others. Relativity takes the drive as skeletons ride the wave of absolute.An emphasis on stay, paranoid at the shades of grey, sheets that seem to corrode and rust, in verbatim.

Unsaid words are eventually what make the difference.

Corpture XII - Ukase!!

!!Enveloped!!

Its not special. Eradicated happiness. We are all in a prism. Shrouded by infancy from the neophilia that may make us so bygone. I am the very metamorphosis of benign happiness. The symbol to cry apathy, the genius ruined by sympathy. I'm complicated yet not. I'm indifferent.

We are colors in our true sense, geniuses in our right, never made to kill for living, paralyzed out of sight.

"With askance, thy pity
vernorexia obnubilate
rural casuist from city
ceilidhed to inanimate?"

Enunciated by the very object of our affection, we state the extreme, a little offtrack for the power, the power never released. Television syndrome and a journey so deep, I wait for the very shine, emit they never see.

The impermanence of this very talk, impregnated by the very folk, they speak as if they are heard, as if they have a real hurt. Its easier said than done, swirl and a little undone. Abandon your effort for petty crimes and a little more obscure to the very senile. We are all there we were when we started to think. Its just not done when its out very own thing. Come take me to the only remains, its not as cold as was back then, curtain faith and light the shadows, home.

"Strangely exciting, happy poverty
rustication of the quaint.
acknowledged utopia, anti-apathy
ultracrepidarian ingrained."

I am echo, I have no choice, I am the molecule, inclined by ridicule. Determined by the walls that myst surroundings to make us believe of the very empathy they derive in the so-called deranged alphabets that hold little or no significance. Are we what we are?

Just another puzzle witnessing solve, a little charm and an unethical calm, I'm so submerged and I need little grief. I can make me cry with no subtleties.

nosism - ( )

The practice of referring to oneself as "we"

Are we what we are?
Living by an Ukase, we are submerged in thought. We have no embodied knowledge, no embedded life to harness. Forced to think on the lines of the very people that thought and were able to form an opinion.

"The stirrings and faint inception,
For Democracy viz election;
Prevention of contraception,
A belief in public perception."

Eclipsed, I write words. Stimulated par unhappy worlds. Aroused by uneasiness and shrouded by gimmick, I am estranged Behind emotion, your mirror-image.
Deranged by anticipation, the permutation and combination. Solitude in emotion, extravagance of erosion.

Quaquaversal, we are, grasped we stay. Bounded by thermocol and a little disdain. The vicarious vale, abated set sail to the world I want to reach.
I'm obscured by theory, relished impracticality, who is the one who pays?

Why are we not we for what we are!!??!!
I am the quintessential dead, the submerged blue and the season garlic. I am summoned by the road to walk it right tonight.

"I began to speak, paused to wait,
bacteria craft and this sudden hate;
the spoken baric twas reflected,
paranormal disdain so infected.
The instrument to say what I did want,
My thoughts are subject to thoughtless haunt;
I hope I did make the corpture clear,
still difficult, then don't stay here"

Corpture XI - Quatorzain!!

Process.

Pragmatic, Dogmatic, Rheumatic, Static.
I fail to get past the aisle at the attic
Assumed and then felt abused
Obscured yet depressed and intrused.

Eyes peer from vivid corners, looking down like there never was, as if i had the choice not to believe they were not but yet i waited to let them shine and cast a spell upon the miseries withing any given floating scion who wished to not, aeons came as time flew by and then i heard the last!!

Ohh!! The romantic chants of the farwaway world, of how his sister cried when he twirled and how they slept when the world, yes, the world, stood!! They made them then , never to be broken again.
Met at close range, point blank, askance, cosmo fanatic, a little static. Wisdom was never a virture for many yet they enqueued, a change to disillusion, themselves, oneself, distance CORPTUREs from the very blatantness of random hardened writings.

Arbit.

Omega puzzled withstood, never did arise a right? Ask of what is left to the dogs, i need a reply before they bark, the walk shall be completed, soon.
Mythic maars and cornerstones that stay put whenever shallow seas come haunting to take away pain and lead destiny the way its said. They don't think of what we asked for and never shall we tell them the same.
Its the same unconsiquential bindness that made all not to say, that made the same devoid, of the very essence of what was needed and of how and what which was required. Sue them for the needs, let them be, let us free.

Madascnet vigils and takeaway symbols, borrowed closets to hid thy secrets and rumoured chances upon which we function, upon whom we lecture.

Haptic sensations,
Numb emotions;
In Abasia, absentia,
Save the telic ablepsia.

Round.

(i ask) Orbit of the earth, why does it get to revolve the sun,
{im told} Its none of my business, none of my concern.

Wait.

A horrid testimony to someone who believed just to be thrown away as agnostic, non comformist, a prayer shall suffice? Till where shall the lame run, till when shall the atheist pray?

recreated charms,
the contact i made;
should i sacrifice,
or must i wait?

Still.

Nubility attracts more the receiver than the follower, to return home disappointed after wasted an effort isn't exactly the whicker. Wroth in wain, hope in vain, shaded figures so majestic, yet remain unexplained.
I see the emit from far away, its not all that is left, i have permits, just the slip of myths to share the cogs of filth.
Ab Urbe Condita, the CORPTURE that lies e zined and lacerated designs, finding words to rhyme , this sunday night. Im sure as never gonna be ever creating the crave that i was the only miscnception you had in my mind, you had in my mind, i had in my mind?
A quota of quintic, emancipation of symmetrics, a formula needs wait, to be invented. Take me by heart, take me by blood, take be something, that me be plastic. The beautiful quertum.
Clepe led me here, the propoganda of sorts that still needs explain, soon i promise, unless i kil myself via pain.

Sonnet.

Actuality,concept,
what the world just needs;
the contact i made,
got to rest in peace.

Corpture X - Clepe!!

BEGIN

Detached, divided upon deeds, profound, unasked within need, im still moving away, faltering stp by step, im limping, drowning, scrouging, asking, im devoid, listless, i ask for forgiveness, do i deserve the pain?, do i realize the same, intercession, being degenerated by unfathomable crisis, im realizing my worth, zilch to none, approximately close, im finished,.sometime soon, days, well? Off.

"Arrogant pride, ever reside,
fall off, a great divide;
asked to stop, i try to wait,
i can't love, let alone hate."

Presumed to drissom, earthstepper of sorts, CORPTURE author, challenge me at inanity perceived withing victuallates, sedatives demaning syringes and Prism within its own brethen. Color.
I walk away, down memory alone, home is where nothing is, a peace of mind exists, iv lives my life and i never knew to live, till i knew i was to die. I'll start a revolution from my bed, ill stand up beside you, well? and ask -

"enone thy ey,
an irp of inwit;
lide by ness,
a trull bin rit"

Leaves shall change color, clover shall regard me sane, suffer alone or cry with them, how good is it to depend depends upon dependency, whats not relative, well?
Added pronounced and denounced, i stand by my own, relying on my own, ever moved, ever enthused, captured and cornered, cosmic my augour, capoted and honorored, believe no CORPTURE, well?
Got to roll and take my time, a tilth of vermillion, a toft tiver of never, record times and imagine fervour , being burnt within places so abjudicated by jurisidction surrounding my leftover forests.
Viscid emotions, preplexed, wrixle and pavid, fight for what you stand for, overdone on aspects.Iv imagined not being nowhere, hw does it feel to be somewhere? finally? never. We strip away death charges to focus on essentials, we emit pain to rinse our holiness, is this what comes to an end?

"Meed to a welk,
anent on spell;
char and folter,
quick to dispel"

A direct diectic to whatever is near, clear razor blades, cut upon residue, billed as death, cut from the insides, well? Need a little time to wake up?
Hack, you take me away, incessantly, deliberate godess, grotesque facial or an unbringing inthrick. When was the last time any drug helped? Who was it when, well? Bodily contorion, disorientation, lathe, lave.Trey to resoundness, resounding madness, asking for a chance, to Clepe at every step.
The culture we have does not make people feel good about themsleves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.
The smallest fragment or part of something that is still identifiable as that something isn't the last of what was scorched for that little being, asked forward to rewind, waiting enqueued and paused till time.Martlechamber congregation, unspecified concealed, conceived or revealed, by now you should have realized, well?

END

Help up in a state by which my system ceases to function because of a combination and series of different foulups that magnify each other.Can you feel it? A mania forever, rage till December, a million years between my dreams and replies, my sentences and tries, my attempts and cries, wisdom, within, well>
They spoke up?
as you wait for never,
can you be my remedy?
An apostosy of fleam,
pictured forwit, pictured innit,
timid, placid, pavid,
did they speak up?
mix with my medicine,
cure for my pain,
am i to die just like this
or am i to wait in vain?

Corpture IX - Prism!!!!

Easy Words.

Eclipsed by belonging, shadowed by hate, i witness winter, can't hardly wait.

Prism.
i am no culture freak
i am no cult rythm
not all
just another in the seven.
prism.


A black rainbow is enveloped by the shadow of the victim, gospel chants rise within the sanctuary, im troubled a little from within. Can't hardly wait to look, for what was promised by tomorrow, i look beside the furnace, the fire bleeds my sorrow.

If everyone were to lie, and say nothing else sans lies, deceit would be the truth. Shall those who ever spoke correct be ridiculed. More than words is a stigma, a CORPTURE blends the enigma, i met my zephyr long ago, the reply to my questioned karma.

I shall refuse, to be a part of menace, i was not invloved to begin with, i shall not stay time permit. Refrain from making changing clocks, time waits on heaping crops, soiled away by monsoon, a tag fit to suit the tune. A brilliant focus that ray emits, puzzled sanctity lands and cement, watered agriculture and famined lives, throttle gears and choke excide.

Mammals, Camels, Animals.

Shrouded symptoms from disease, manure riddled, confuse to cease, exist to exit, leave in peace. Give a chance, take from me, experiences and a little ease.
Coming so close to what i ever had to say, yet unable to express my way , im still grounded by pillars so cruel, empathy laden and gruesome reasons. Break my corollary and take me spine, brockeback racing on the chosen design. Play at everytime on a sudden note, hatred spewing out of bolts, liquid charged at premium, passion stems from altruism.
Waiting in anticipation as it made all stay, hoping to prolong what was all avid, thermal eagerness pours in grief, a little realization, a certain sympathy. Ignored on modules so warm and calm, an exodus enthusing charm, a sparkle that shouldn't purpose play, theories so not far away. Water pours on the tild, simple silica and negated silt.

Vieux-Jeu
Am i the inconsequential of sequences.
am i the reason for changes.
am i the insignificant and re arranged,
am i blatant, reduced to insane.

It, becomes, at times, uncertain a cry, for mankind to try the next legion of wasted souls to be running wherever no one has till date as it is more than the propoganda so professed. A quaint little town on the hibernation prowl , i write in earnest and a little frown, to make me realize all the shame infused, to revitalize the purpose of you.

Even if i did, i couldnt have, the CORPTURE saw and yet awaited every bit of it with bated breath, an answer never given to the question asked, time ignored or an excused past. What of it shall be redeemed, a parcel refusing to come ever clean, take me hidden or take me more, i hold morbid a latex dour. So softly, ever so x, ever so jinxed like the highway west. Look who talks when the winds all slow, look whats said, when im not sure.A kakidrosis of emptiness, an explunge on shame, a spleen to barter, a liver to exchange.

Heads or tails, make all out of it, iv made it easier , on request, days gone by and an answer strikes, who raiseth hands, hast shall strive, a broken arrow through my lungs, vertabrae i chose, to ensequence my jump.I shall kill or may i die, i may shiver on the loner pyre, im not burnt and im not dead, im just waiting for the fuckin' thread. Connecting bits and pieces apiece, if this is fethced, then whats not east. oh, whats not east, whats not left, whats not east.

While the one seventy nine of us and the other uncounted, act innumerable as force, a multiplier effect, what adds up is the sundance tribes, looking for jokers to cry tonight, to make heaven out of hell, to make believe, to make thou, shall thou ought halt to see.

Solemn
Im over with most,
done with explain.
If you still haven't got the point,
quit exercising your brains.

Corpture VIII - Calix!!

Petrified by unsoundness
Garnished to the corpses
i hate the way i stand
neither here or either there.

Iv always held it against those who descript and diminish Idiot Savants. People holding rights, create, people use the same, same.
Vernacular verses, Wivern to disdain, so heaped upon, kill to proclaim.
Self creates, owned detroyed, im not afraid to die , just a bit apprehensive to live. I need protection for myself, my self and my skin, comfort for my brains as the veins use a trajectory to pertain. Blood flows everywhere, who knows what it is , it is transporting, is it goodbye?

Latin orthodox, Juvenilia
Cornered, Karma Kriya
Break, the broken glass
Shows, a reflection of grass.


Sky is a mirror imagine of the water, a reflection of the unbound, it tried not to feel bad, it imagines itself high, it doesnt fake. What about the brethen so juxtaposed, so unordained, co-coronated, street sense, market intelligence.I wonder what has happened to me, i wonder what has happened to you.

As i lay still, a thought process, a wagon wheel, Naked without a dress, splendid deeds.
ECLECTIA made to wait, a Corpture shown its way, well and good, if you got the point, else, go debate. An Edaphic of sorts, a region of chords , simaltaneuos beliefs and ranging to grief.

Lyterian arranges me. It gets me back to my senses. Play me.
Courtesy the Table d'hôte, champagne and choir, blatant desires, on stage attire, rhyming fires, struggle off satire.
If i make a difference, thank me, thank the stars, un-often than not, cut the trees, remove the sharks and eat them for free.
Brazen colts down marching zones and filthy rags and riches soul, baffled tims and inky details. Unarranged places and toilet sinks.

PROFOUND

How i wish i knew
Of what i wish was true
i waited with bated breath
I wish i wish for you
you, wish wishes too
Culture to remain
a wish i wish
the chance i take with you
a wish i wish is true,
no wish too soon is due.

Talionic, hate, give me disregard for straights. Ask yourself.
We dont know what we say, the time is up and i do have a lot more to say.
I dont what to do today, i do know all the horrors, susceptible, unthoughtful, garbage dumbs foiled, i wait for turmoil.

Calix - n. (pl. -ices) cup; chalice.

Shout out whats not heard,
Else just leave to make me starve
I may have always the last word
You always have the last laugh.

Corpture VII - Eclectia!!

Gemel thoughts. That come not one by one, so together, and so young. Qua thoughts, yet to proceed, adjectives decreased.
A fictility given, to fascination, to arouse regrets, to chain nihility. Undotted i's and uncurved c's , deranged grammar and pessimistic nothingness.

Calling me to safety,
calling to fettered Gyves,
annhilating squares and figures
depressed to extremes.

A farce of pain, talk of the evening, nobody answers, enveloping dreams. Asking most of some when we know there is nothing. Looking for ways to reach way beyond and answers to dreams, much spoken about concepts to talk about cabrons of CORPTUREs burnt to ashes in front of my eyes, sans the last felt drags of the empty pipe. Talkies that sleep, rejects so pleased, gamma to garbage, raped and diseased.
Marquee on call, hysteropathy so enthralled, mad men wanting out, breakups for nudes, lights off for the time and left-alone touch-offs, much ado 'bout nothin', just relative to absolute patience.

Concept Based - Eclectia - Hysteron Proteron -

n. inversion of natural order or sense, especially of words; fallacy of proving or explaining a proposition with one presupposing or dependent on it. (dictionary)


Collusion
A thesis undone, a masterpiece of grey, a range of done work to getting the little wivern sheen. Check out all the laser lights, check me for the lack of parasites, engulf the CORPTURE while it lasts, ill rip it part by part.

Noise from the abat-voix , pertaining to velar rites.
Of those, who acknowledge, revenge to the chastised, shock untra vires, off all from signs to the sixth sense, the village score, joy to the mother who raises the dead, joy to the farmer who sows and wades, joy to digress from what is spoken , joy to be and let not, frangrant modules of the same, blood stains to shirt sleeves, i shall make you believe.

RealPolitik, VirtualGimmicks, ZephyrSlick, ThermalPicks.

Living by the radar, cosmic grieviences and hated fervour, delta rectum and retro pseudo, bring me down, severe.

Corpture VI - Athem!!

Sanctity In Satire

Desquamated handlings of an unseasy kind.
Chorus companions and Gorbing crimws.
Chastity sold lyart lafts
Tainted seals and unfinished drafts.'

"Begin with what procures"

Take away happiness and saint in close ended, take away regions and leave them serenaded.
The urge to Yearm on recirprocal gift giving. What wrong commited and deals un-through.

When shall the stars disappear and let there be no light as we have one so non-unassuming a scar to pavidize the regime to. To captivate CORPTUREs and to redeem seldom ignored customs.

"ThilD"

Waiting reaps rewards, rewards purchase dreams, dreams come undone, shrouded with venom, absence of spleen.
Water parks and orange bars, TV towers and cosmic stars, Taken aliens and mutilated chores, slowhands and commercialzied whores.A trull wanting out, supremacy rages supreme, no questions asked and no answers made, no karma cried and no dark vexers. Run corners, trun one hundred eighty and let them speak what is said, let them say what they be told, let others be expressed in other terms.
Stuck in reverse, for longer than ever, basic chronia and latest talk. Gear movement and refreshed pages..

Etymology and similar views, blood and trabecular tissues
Dharma for one, cultured arteries so refused
Anger to vent, Tractate Berachoth unused
Abdomen pain, Viscosity through anal tubes.

Corpture V - Amphigory!!

Every moment is a loss!!Tear!!
Wasn' t the thought the thought?
The thought,wasn't it one on its own!!
Why doesnt nothing hold true??

In Narcoma

We can't tell..
You, so jinxed and juxtaposed, so refrained and revered, harmless yet hated.
You, so un-needed, so bated with breath, commanding respect.
You, so cultured, so trusted, so bathed in precipitate.

Cultivated to the margin
revoked prior entry
locked thoughts stay
you, so elementary.

Then

Rise is fall, fall leads to rise, rise leads to rise..rise!!

Again

When i say what i said, maybe i made little sense. But the vagueness was emancipated as wildly as a story grimed in delight of what had been.
The moment a pause seems like play is the rewind's turn to be noticed. We all wake up hoping to have a better day than yesterday, thereby, making ourselves so controlled in our thoughts to accept the best.

There be many moments we wished we could stop and hear nothing forward of!!The record proclaims me, calls an entire night to be fixed, its dangerous to accept yet we walk towards the dark making it our only calling, our only light.
Since when was the dark our light?

Show me the way, yes, not because im confused, just to verify as to who are you?
Guide me away, no, not because you are true, im the one unpreturbed.

Aubade in augur
irresistable avanage
lyssophobia unimagined
a warison xeniun.

Trouble within a CORPTURE

Fobade!!I bid!!

Look from behind your yashmak and its all emacity!!Sleep!!

Corpture IV - Incomplete!!

Paranoia'

Its done!! As blatantly changed at orange to pink!!

Tomorrow is at the moment,less than 23 hours away and while i make this i hope my influence wont sway!!

Iv come to realize that nothing beats the joy of being all alone!!Travelling all across with no one to look towards and aural senses devoid of chatter,No Code and the distress signals seem as just an attempt to divert and digress the ongoings.

Hang On!!

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.