wow

such feeble prose..

and then i hear sorrowful sighs from breeding extravagants, and i’m the only one not snarked towards when i reply and say, “nothing kid, nothing. let’s just call them balloon faces.”

persona sol niger co starter cap circa tattooed felines and monkeys starting the first gang called the blind axe. the flat crack breaker. beyond the black shadow chasers and trained back pack snatchers on trains in cross trainers.

yao, yo, ya, you are not the remains of honors behind flames of inked skins with thesis complete slicing perception into grabbing one’s heart to eat it before you are defeated. interview watching as all are famous comedians lead or not, to be murdered as merciless leaders. feed template, hound essence, demons, esque to my smaller boots cards i called Godzilla failed vice. buy some torture scroll, the leather worker password to possibly obscure flaw thump in an era like ice age skeletons known as an anatomic aspect facet, thus adore me as a long old sharp knife. the hand slow to pass hell fists but my name is longer like symbiotic emotional fail safe Spain fortress fell faith to gifts of games of passivity and or the all enemy pacifists’ scaled fate.

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xx-Kxifxr Armstrong

i’m evacuate your lungs, brain sugared and on to wrap that

and then i hear sorrowful sighs from breeding extravagants, and i’m the only one not snarked towards when i say nothing kid, nothing. let’s just call them balloon faces.

persona sol niger co starter cap circa tattooed felines and monkeys starting the first gang called the blind axe. the flat crack breaker. beyond the black shadow chasers and train back pack snatchers.

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xx-Kxifxr Armstrong

imagine the best kind of back flip translated to a dog or a cat of sorts, bias or not a preludes deserve a more ?”plot”? oriented beginning and ask can you the ability to  draw all sights pbbbtpt languages.

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laughingsquid:

Personal and Family Survival, 1966

my analytical paralyzation of all that is shrouded in inhabition
i
this feeble reckoning upon my unceasing thought, an unyeilding absolute doubt
amoungst the lively lines of stinging genes, enhance the crumbling loss
i 
a complilation of an unsounding mind, my torpid putridity induce me
but still while the stance is to kneel to a disregarded abnegation
i wallow in negligence, my only way amoungst the unjust. be me.
sanction my rage, a now impure fraction of once to be..
engulf
my seeing eyes cringe at the moments of our being, my incoherence lavishes the finallity
unmoved i exist in a lasting. vile as now the common.
my unheeding words of degregation, chanting softly single words in sucessive flow
be mine
guided eyes
an inducement of fault, i will corrupt.
hailed then is all, fallen i then divine.
to stand i heal
to except i die alone
fair, if ever.
i see the ending constance
a lethargic lobotomy, an ignorance unceasing in justice
forever, a withering existence
souls now deemed my merchandise
civilised are the dead. alive.
para cide 
an incoherent gaze to my abandoned dissonent sway.

not contemplating on any thing other then my infinite strive to the infinite inability. every one loves stars.

subconsciencely you make rules. you use those rules in order to feel better than next time something comes and grades on your persona or you try to be mad so it doesn’t make an impression on you. sometimes you meet the person that without realizing it notices that this is only to feed people and make said emos and new age punks and psychics and pop music in general.

i used to like write in obscure gestures just so no one, even my best friend knew what i was saying, not on purpose but, to find art. i wrote good poems and a few songs. 

i used to be just like you, one of them. kinda strange, but what’s truly worse is the guy walking around with “ambigious” on his fuck shirt. generally i forget what i have to say, for the general feeling of mediocrity i have for it but i hear i’m well educated and even better, and flawlessly acclimated.

most of the time you hear people asking you to kill them or someone for them. people consistently asking for advice but sometimes they aren’t smart enough for whatever they may or may not have thought of. i’m not trying to connect to people, or even worse to try to get to know people, if that where to happen, it’s chance and i will probably care till i see your other side and such.

juggalos want you to kill them, easy enough to figure out wheither or not you listen to the music or like the general b.s. idea b/c you’re better than them. go fight one, and try to enjoy it.

i wish i told you this when we were still talking.

how is hope lost even if the best of words are someone else’s. uses is something to everything(fuck you if i forgot to slay you) portray and only hold the world of deja voodoogod if you must give me that what you are as shadows all, i am how is what is that you are all than want to apply.
feel trash taken and hated to as always for the past future confidence as i douse your negotiation, as you want to fly on  film that holds you 
how should i 
i
we pull the thoughts out of people cause subject is not to say raiden then peek a boo peek a boo then my lie is how to
fuck you as you piece to
heed demand such and watch and ask to bleed
that’s you as i care and watch to find you.
kill as a mantra to decide a fate as you find i will hold you to a gate to pursue me as i dissolve to the feather blade 
talk and how you can’t mean as i make you to be a disproportion of keep
than why is that i hold your hand I’ll find you hear a reply for it.
damn too much to put in like i care for her and the place i try to rhyme fuck it as everyone comes back to our freak show
damn it man or dog as we yell god
how can you comprise if i’m gonna strive for it
you ask the same when all of a sudden we just might fit hoping that a difference means something you, me, i can’t do much except ask what?

can’t nobody dis my nigga. damn, i miss my nigga.

the highest form of doubt is when an adult society willingly hands it’s children to rapists of the human condition through taking profits it will never deserve by the minds of psuedo-psychics causing billions to be spent WEEKLY to congure up documents that will be unable to be read most often in the least by our president who is not some muscle barreled chest man with some kinetically superior biology that will save me like those images that can be seemingly invoked by the words commander in chief. i have dwindled what i can in life to be nothing more than magnetic conveyance, and to betray myself through proxies poetically spawned by faeries. i care for cross synaptic fires but i understand that i have a fringe that is constantly pushed and is smaller than the majority of this populace mixing in conscience of mendacity and mediocrity beyond all sense of report, concerning what could be all that evolution has left. i apologize to any mate who i may miss out on for my views of honor and abandonment. i am the brilliant 11 % of the population, who fights the sorrow and respect of retrospect. bitten.

my generation has been plagued beyond measure by those who i see as closet rapists, psychic vampires in essence and no more deserving of being called a predator than the meat. a predator is one who has to deal with complex thought and not over step the understandings of breach. we are those who lead the children and are adored by adults. un-needing of pride and even self elusive, the dangers of compartmentalizing are aroused as ever in these blood thirsty times of this light age of folly and delicate care. immersed in this, i am lost and soul less in the poetic sense of whimsical ambivalence. no one knows me and i am surrounded by weakening excuses of psychic receptors only concerned with the homo sexual facets of life by stealing pleasure becoming a constant. from all walks of human i sense these wallows of a life born of chaos and confusion and in honor only lament. so i pray that no survivor or victim should feel the sting of what would be called energy work, a conspiracy that i have helplessly watched for over 15 years steal my peers and masters. dystopia complete, cope with me again as we travel beyond the gates of immortal pain to fight again and destroy what we may. knowledge is this endless excess and i see no end for the nether realm. i am weapon and i understand this. i have lead yet i will follow the mastered from statistic to statistic. i have no over reaching sense of self love making me pompously righteous to much of my counterparts and enemy nihilism. to let something negate itself, to watch the demon laugh at the growing suffering born of their inadvertent doing which should no longer be seen as such for their lives of ease and adaments to only such things in line with inbred superstition. novos noire.

optional decisions could always imply over insinuation. rather than duality of morality, the point of the subject should be the general purpose of morals, inside of which are shadowed in indescrinant fluxs left to amplify or yet decay. the process of FL4KD should be beyond imploration and deviance of kinetics. i have concerns over tonight as if their is a invitation unprocured, of course seemingly concerning free love and para-astral delectations. “never the less”

tonight i love you. tomarrow i will not care yet in the trembling echoic of eyes opeing i will love you.