yellow dreaming golden screaming

warm or cool, hot or cold, melting or freezing

sometimes i feel i am waiting to explode the sea's are calm but when the waves come in i will raise the sails and fire my guns in all directions so that i may become stranded upon an iceberg waving like a lunatic spelling out the alphabet one sentence at a time.

On the world

In between, in between, in a plain dimensional plane.  Moving the horizon, lateral expansion, so says the history machine. distraction again. reaction within. source of direction. means for expression. force of confession. saved in the now.... it is automatic.

Teuday

I know whats going on, because i see what's happening.  I know whats happening, because i see what we have done.  I want to use my brain to pick up all the trash and make it clean.  I don't want to use my body, I don't want to catch no disease.  I can feel the blue skies turning black.  I can feel the bugs crawling up my back, as i lay on the ground with the sound of dust ringing in my head.  All that rust bringing out the red, eating metal like a piece of bread.

Dense featured latex worrisome fortunate

Releasing all energy at all times always at the will of the (k)onstant fall/pull of gravity or resistance.  Without resistance the universe would not align, from molecule to absolute rule, resistance creates structure/definition, without it we are chaotic energy, wasted a million times over by the time a second has passed. As for the third they were eaten by the wolves, until our tables turned and we instead gained legs above the surface.

Mystical rally of individual colors red.  Physical district deranged distinction from anything else.  Held within the color blue the dark purple fade.  Reoccurring fantasy occupied well within the bounds of shade.

Symmetric Friends allow for linear antagonists.  Painting reputations of the past as they float past our eye lids.  The well thought out are too well off.  They live unplanned, they're acting rough.

Sysbro
Terther.

Mofa
Therther.

ffff!

Furry Fuzz Fuzzy Fur.

loss

It is near, though we will make it through by focusing on memories.

like that...

it is over.

distance designer

frozen under time, mystery is all that is not the present moment.  For there is one truth for the past and future respectively.  The future brings the end, the past brought the beginning.  As far as i can see anything else is merely speculation more or less defined.  a plus or a minus, positive or negative, its this time that is the truth and will always be the pinch of the hourglass.

daily burdened

i suppose it is on my mind most of the time. Horrible awareness, be it realistic or conjured, i owe so much to so many.  I cannot compare. I am in defiance, able to see but not hear the things behind my back.  Where does this come from? chemical anguish.  distinguished depression. extinguishing the fire beneath.  replenishing nothing but heat, plastic rubber tension at a high degree, isosceles is obsolete, when the music stops better find a seat.

I suppose its floating around me, high frequency, all the vibrations received, realistic or conjured, put me out to sea, in a boat all alone for the meanwhile, ill pass my time counting waves in the fish pile. Attempting to look underneath all the depth, blanketed fear in a can must be rationed, the vision of her as she secretly wept, blankets and sheets in the raft getting action.  everyones doing it, guess i should too, i am as the everyone like you.  everyones speaking it, thats what i hear, best start to throw a mean spear.

I suppose it in the water i drink, from the tap of the sink, through the coal filled filter, its the water that built her.  the unreal disbelief that its me anymore, what i am, i'm unsure, though the source is pure, there is just one cure. at a time i was once hungry, though today my stomachs full, full of whiskey full of gin, full of shit from some old bull.

conciousmess

unclear.

up there (where clouds are known as mr. clouds to you)

(a)
we spread our wings, take up flight, you are the wind i am your kite, i see clearly, when i am up high, there is one string attached to me, in the hands of one child, i am in the past.

(b)
covalent shadows of our hydrogen bonds, frozen expansion through lines in my palm, that lake is freezing, liquid water unseen, we're all the ice on top, repelling rising heat.