Sunday, May 27, 2012

diamondite implosion

im often curious what tune will be the last we make together.  as time slips beneath our feet like loose gravel on a steep slope.  beneath my crust i am no where near ready to slow down, but this hardened shell has grown heavier and heavier over time.  Burdened with true relations and wants needs to survive and needs of thought.  Maybe it was all fake, im mostly artificial.  For i cannot say where i came up with my self, i was made out of people.  Doesnt that make me synthetic? does that make me artificial?  Too timid to indulge, over fear i may become emotionally overwhelmed.  Sick of testing my depressed hypothesis.  I am unworthy of anything yet expect it all.  I am nothing special yet completely alone.  without words, without emotion, confused with our words, beaten with our emotions.

Monday, May 21, 2012

anti write inn

left out more often... now more than before.  i guess im a freak, or perceived that way through the reflection of light in the mirror.  i am out of the ordinary and my flavor is out of style.  leaving friends hurts.  now i wonder if its worth it to keep gaining more when they will be lost as fast as the others.  what is the point if the reset button will be hit regardless.  it is like me to overreact.

Friday, May 11, 2012

after it's name.

why end! why is there an end in the form of the major wave? An end to the most at once, to call forth those who are righteous,  maybe it simply is the nature of the continuum we are a part of. For the ideals of nature are much aligned with those in touching the aspect of the apocalypse.  Out of extreme chaos and anarchy of species, comes the deciding factor (of time) that some creatures are deemed unacceptable, at times.  There would be know people if there weren't triceratops buried beneath us. Armageddon is an ever more happening occurrence, along side an expenditure of particular exponential life.  Armageddon is the growth of knowledge within its spectrum, an infertile seed within the maze of evermore glorified life.

A mirror on the ground, up on th ee ar th.