prose appreciation clothes depreciation sinusoidal airwaves scandalous enclaves.
Thou doth thou mock me, my time and my wherewithal thee enchantress with mystical
eyes glazing mischieviously into precious infinity with neglectful reality, a painful reality
yet insidiously pleasureable enduring it witifully with wine.
hope against hope, against all odds , at wits ends, time mends. i am the farmer who looks after the farm,
the fireman looking after the fire. oh the boundless energy of man, feast on the beast, mock the clock,
the new jurasalem, paradise waits for you without end.
i am intention bound into stardust exploding backwards to nothingness, the alternate lonely universe with
no pretty flower to adorn my world.
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