Then sounded wavelengths of unmistakable fury; dripping with angst and mingled with the fever of a pneumatic cold.
Listless as it were, the dumbfounded guards to the gates of passage were alert with determination and greed. Phony glass was placed in the view frame of the detrimental ones. It was a plate glass insulation to reality. One must teem with irradiation; rats burrow in my brain. I can feel their tiny teeth a chattering away, blinding me to stay put and grasp longingly at threads which hang from my garments. Icy cold numbness, fingerless stems from which protrude angry stabbing pricks, ready to tear and gnarl at my forthcomings. The pills worked but only their way; their way was outnumbered by sleepless zombies protecting us from the nightmares.
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Claire carried a path with her, weaving to and fro; mockingbirds mocked her
Would you ask them kindly to go? If a moth sat beside her
and Ate your porridge bare, would you laugh at misfortune with clever Clover’s stare?
Trampled by fear in unmistakable mirth, glimpsing inwards captivating youth;
You’d capture a stare, offer her a midnight curse; silently, slowly,
Deafening silence to control tearing babies birth;
With gregarious teeth, a benign sorcerers curse.
By a cautious gilded mare; whom you rode many years;
You stumble in the darkness; swiftly, Nachtwesen attacks with poison
Stabs at you in the dark, new pain, and with modern tact you hurt
The depth of my sorrows drenched an unflattering birth
Under the deepened willows, underneath the Earth,
A beautiful pain red with my blood; groveling amongst laden turf,
While glistening the sun; shudders captivate my total worth.
Tales to Corrupt
I could tell you the reasons of why there is species, but it would ruin the finale of life. The end days, they sai it’s a time when things wil turn into right and the meek will inherit the strong and overthrow their chairs and take them by force. Will the meek then turn into the unrighteous.?!?:* Never underestimate the power of power, as they say in the world of chairmen and ce-ows, dribbling their lines on a wet surface of their tounges, touching the poison with their licking faces. Turning their heads and coughing up green slime to the tune of Chopin’s overtures. Dancing their legs out of tune with the beating of their money clips. Panache and velvet ropes cling to the deaththrowes of another world where people are righteous and animals are kings. The bunny rabbits are rabbis belting out sermons on the mounds of their unrest. Humping frivolously in the night air, succumbing to the beast within them, turning their bunny tails into entrails of deceit. The meager will become the Masters of the domains in which they strove to protect. There is no govern without government, and pious lives turn gangrene.
