Thursday 3 July 2014

our ego and develop a mental illness to compensate and repress a lack of humility to progress is a paradise, a shivering guilty climax
logic of continuation which is routine a pattern of thought and behavior, which we are inclined to repeat unless we deny, or truly believe
in the morning till I drink my stimulants, and rock beats scissors in a metaphorical game which is an abstract symbol of sum underlying
innocent memorizes and experiences, that I watch like a television as I grumble laying beneath the sheets, and the spirit of hate is life
I am afraid of the night, but more so of the light of the morning which wakes me full of lingering doubts and horrible memories of
So sooth the unfortunate minks could not afford to buy there tea so they raked the bins until they founds a rat, which they cooked and ate
But it is like fucking that, an a that, an at baht a the same, a ways, until the fucking pie in the sky says Mia Culpably la Mamore n fucking hate
distillation of the vital ingredients to fuck you on a trapeze, when even that is perhaps physically inadequate like recurring negative
For the people, for the underground miners whey never see the sun, for the bin takers, for the gypsies, ruin and mean ramification, is the
N hold u and shake u and talk to you when I am all alone with you, and you send shivers up my spine because you are cold compared to my boy
but no sweet, ma bozo are right heavy and raw and need a right seeing to like only you know how, and like fuck me , and again, fuck me and m
But No, Lo, sugar diet could compensate for the lack of fat like a fucking radicalization of the mechanics of turnip growing had swept so
and who knows the secret that they whisper to each other, is it blandishments or are they discussing which of the tropical fish is there fab
And scores of random fuckers walk past, limping there way forward in sum sort of private glory, sum suckered to the path like a mighty fuck
Swim the extravagant mufti colored fish thirsty and eager they jump to breach this surface which extends to grow into a mighty tripodal
Means that another sun has set in the sweltering south, beside the eager mouth in found forth and beyond into the angry sea like a bell
The incomparable profundity of vilification of purity is the abundance of ignominy, shining out of your arsewhole like a fucking lighthouse