Enjoy Writing and Become a Captain of your Life
The sunk sun goes blind for a naked moon and the heart shivers with forest whips and the dips of illusion and parody of man and jokes and creativity. The wish is to proceed with no language and to be inspired by open love and beautiful flowers and delicious muffins.Collage matters with colors and it almost escapes the grab and scrutiny which makes my underwear a bit loose. Hair is dark and smells pungent where police are checking alcohol breathe to penalize the shrunken eyes and empty wallets are dry without soul and papers are still being produced with trees losing it's voice. The shadow competes with other shadows but with the light gone there are no shadows thus shadows are non-existent and the competition goes down the hole similarly if we proceed with competing stance we might never move up or forwards or back or anywhere, in order to swiftly move and escape life draw a line and write a song for your motto like Hey Life You Are My Best Friend And I Wish To Live More Than Yesterday.
Soap creates scruffy bubbles and the post bath period smells wonderful and you feel like making love with the most beautiful object in the room aka any woman/man or even a broom would do to satisfy your thirst to drink poison, a poison which gives you a good sleep/nap and take you to a Garuda Temple where all the garuda's are obese and unable to fly and are too fat because apparently cocoa is abundant and sugar is too much inside the bodies of these simple bird looking cuties.
Music you see it's like giving birth to a cute baby who has the potential to be a sensual rapist who would or could enjoy touching successive generation of babies to arrive/come. Day dreamers are often lost and are looking for strawberries in a dessert because that strawberry might be the only treasure worth sweating for and the taste is secondary the pleasure of just holding it and kissing it with pure joy is like woah, oh my gawwoad, look at this ladybug looking candy.
Path often devours the one who walks it
Alcohol makes the old men young
They dance and frequently change their hairstyles
Gurl or as they write girls wither away as their hair turn white
The lust turn into rust and the vagina becomes sour like tamarind
Ants bite hard while young as they turn old they lose their heads
Naturally losing a head is great because guillotine is you know damn nasty
People puke at the sight of gore but doctors face blood everyday
Puke is just an excuse for them, they move their hands like artists
Flexible and tangible and infinite volume to move and synchronize
World rushes too slow some say yet there are babies who die in weeks
Thugs live a long life often combating depression
Depression is sad and sad means gradual good bye
I know sad people
I've seen them look at the dying birds who are too old to fly
I've seen the wish to die inside their notoriously gorgeous eyes
They are pretty and beautiful
But the soul you know the insides are just dying
Breathing their last gasps
Every turn leads to no way
Hard as it seems but that's large and true
They are prepared but without hope
Adios and adieu
Sayonara and Bye Bye.
Soap creates scruffy bubbles and the post bath period smells wonderful and you feel like making love with the most beautiful object in the room aka any woman/man or even a broom would do to satisfy your thirst to drink poison, a poison which gives you a good sleep/nap and take you to a Garuda Temple where all the garuda's are obese and unable to fly and are too fat because apparently cocoa is abundant and sugar is too much inside the bodies of these simple bird looking cuties.
Music you see it's like giving birth to a cute baby who has the potential to be a sensual rapist who would or could enjoy touching successive generation of babies to arrive/come. Day dreamers are often lost and are looking for strawberries in a dessert because that strawberry might be the only treasure worth sweating for and the taste is secondary the pleasure of just holding it and kissing it with pure joy is like woah, oh my gawwoad, look at this ladybug looking candy.
Path often devours the one who walks it
Alcohol makes the old men young
They dance and frequently change their hairstyles
Gurl or as they write girls wither away as their hair turn white
The lust turn into rust and the vagina becomes sour like tamarind
Ants bite hard while young as they turn old they lose their heads
Naturally losing a head is great because guillotine is you know damn nasty
People puke at the sight of gore but doctors face blood everyday
Puke is just an excuse for them, they move their hands like artists
Flexible and tangible and infinite volume to move and synchronize
World rushes too slow some say yet there are babies who die in weeks
Thugs live a long life often combating depression
Depression is sad and sad means gradual good bye
I know sad people
I've seen them look at the dying birds who are too old to fly
I've seen the wish to die inside their notoriously gorgeous eyes
They are pretty and beautiful
But the soul you know the insides are just dying
Breathing their last gasps
Every turn leads to no way
Hard as it seems but that's large and true
They are prepared but without hope
Adios and adieu
Sayonara and Bye Bye.
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