313133

Counting specks of pepper as a time-waste activity, with perception tight closed to sense unreality, at a table where parsecs have lost any meaning, I think of those who embrace me.

313131

Ablaze is the world which lies before eyes day in, day out, sulphur onto sulphur, piles of flame towers, rainbow of seven reds, the devil as all, passion on the ground.

313113

Ablaze was the world from which I escaped to run into a rotten piece of the one I held dear in the memories of past perception, all in fire...In fire...

313111

Ablaze is the world in which I woke up after a dream of nukes & pandemoniums, where I lost my soul in the shape of those whom I could not reach.

311333

Tell where within you have fallen, so I dare reach out even though I just might grab drops of rain and I might feel frustrated, ergo groggy I become, ergo tempest.

311331

Oblong is the time at which the crossroads has appeared to flood up this utmost unsunk thought...Oblong are the sun rays upon which I have dreamt to utmostly run free...

311313

Leviathan, eat me alive!...Chew me to bits of chords and beats...Elate my existence and allow my soul to run free in your veins to find home in your heart...

311311

Waves of unrequired yet acknowledged redemption flooded this already flooded mind and washed away those ideas of nothing, thus new leaves of grass have arisen and definitely driven this sand away.

311133

Tongue-tiedness lays out as a feverish result of a long-lasting, sour effect provoked by this whizzing-by of ideas my brain experiences, hence it is quite hard to speak clearly, thus silence.

311131

Never dare doubt how resolute the soul can be when there is certainty of how red the horizon is, so you can tell dusk has come, so dawn shall come forth.

311113

Spin along with the Earth so the stars and the rain keep pouring on your face, thus the smile life has brought forth can prevail in spite of, in spite of...

311111

On a rowboat farther than the stars I hope one day to go to unabashedly prove myself that life as vast & great as the oceans can be no matter what.

31333

On the subject of subjectivity I have to say that the subjunctive action which involves being subjected by the laws of causality tears down my bare perception to a subjunctive wisdom.

31331

A spin in turn can boost or block the un-fate one holds at the sight of how the Earth turns & days up or nights down the existence one unadvertedly is.

31313

Cause the hope I hold can hardly be torn inasmuch as I thoroughly feel embraced by the waves she sends across every time she takes me into her arms and sighs.

31311

...So I kept my heart in a tiny wooden box for so long that I felt as though there was no way to take it out without its going into ashes...

31133

Bed claiming for the lovers whose passion exceeds the livid & vivid subjectivity of time since one knows one due to common experiences & sharing past ones, every time going deeper.

31131

If you could see how a hunny bunny hops around as if it were possible for physically absent matter to be embraced by the arms which constantly ask about their owner...

31113

Blood gushing out thanks perhaps to how daydream, memory, joy & anxiety to meet flood the heart, thus mind is off & the hands which long sense not the sharp edges.

31111

Solitude, which at times regards itself as loneliness, has marked these Friday nights for such a time that I have definitely lost count of the hours [I see an empty screen]

3133

I run in a field of tall grass after destiny has called my name despite such deity does not form part of my set of beliefs due to my grateful stubborness.