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Statuses statues statuettes and statures.
How important I felt with a title to represent us
Though relentless the sentience of feelings we manifest rapidly
Ingest and infest warping our essence till we are selfish with change
creating our path to catharsis.
How uncomfortably brand new I have become to being me.
Thought it was set in stone but then I have that dream.
Where the rain struck our skin the intimacy was thick as a hale
You clung to my spine like the shell of a snail
Traverse the ditch locking souls in bliss looking up to the sky screaming I prevail.
I won't be caught in a Detrimental haze
Forced to feel the blaze of days
Passing by surviving like the bible but forgotten the same way.
Hope starved atheist in a daze accepting no afterlife succumbing as a slave
Only to the grave a hole chiseled in earth to mark the end of a unique age.
Statuses statues statuettes and statures
How important could you feel with a title to represent you
Because relentless the insistence will converge on the weakness
In darkness dimming our mindset so grasp hold your bright mess it is your path to catharsis.
How uncomfortably brand new I have become to being me.
Thought it was set in stone but then I have that dream.
Where the rain struck our skin intimacy was thick as a hale
And you clung to my spine like the shell of a snail
traverse the ditch locking souls in bliss looking up to the sky screaming I prevail
When you add a title to bastards create a foundation for disasters.
When you add a title to the disasters you interest only the bastards.
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Oh God
04:03
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Oh god the irony has got me maniacally smiling while I'm spiraling;
Realizing the thing I most despise has the same eyes as me.
Oh god but what if it's all been an illusion
Symptoms of a life long spent
In delusional confusion.
Too woozy from my imaginary contusion.
There's an itch in my brain and I just can't fucking scratch it
Unless my mind really breaks
split my skull open with a hatchet.
I Can't even imagine it, that's manic shit...
...or maybe I can, 'cause I'm on both sides of the magic trick.
Fucking sadist. Fucking masochist.
I swear its not anger its rage and I can control it.
Emotion and logic conflict tugowar with my conscious.
Dive into a circus act this vessel mindful of heartless.
If I tempt the axe can I keep myself in the process.
The reflection of rejection is means for alternations
In the depths I perceive of what it is to be unique
Oh god is our connection so deep or should I rectify my intention based on deception from those I've accepted
Draw patience disregarding the balance
The reactions decide, swing wide split minds
Silence paints dead room white noise catastrophic.
Awe struck in the vertices cowering corner empty apartment
My best description from both sides of myself catatonic.
Close as I let anyone get is my coroner or cigs in my pocket
Or the artist whose chalk line gracefully traced me in the last panel of this comic.
I told them its not anger its rage and I must control it.
Illogical emotion destroy appliance remain stoic.
Regret and repeat a hot driving steel through my construct.
Passion blade of violence and a gross misuse of my conduct
The reflection of rejection is means for alternations
In the depths I perceive of what it is to be unique
What's the point if we don't see the end of the rainbow
Is the other side greener, or is it just because we say so
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Sasquatch
03:27
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When you measure the distance by fear and the stench of severed fish heads is all your senses can digest.
Ever left remembrance of a predatorial visage onslaught of a starving mythical beast.
Gurgling.
The self awareness it is apparent and despairing and nefariously odd. Life is fucking ABSURD.
Where is this denizen will I lose all my innocence this not how I felt I would test out life's patience.
Following the marred oak and the loose left vessels of past adventurers seek to meet eye to eye with the beast.
Fortune fails to favor the ignorant or the meek.
Hard to prove what you won't believe.
If I could be candid nothing is real everything is permitted.
The self awareness it is apparent and despairing and nefariously odd. Life is fucking ABSURD.
Where is this denizen will I lose all my innocence this not how I felt I would test out life's patience.
I'm just gonna have to go find that hairy bastard myself
Hahaha
King of slime
King of filth
King of putrescence
Never bow down
To a menacing presence
We are just wild fucking Animals
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4. |
...Thirteen Pints...
02:52
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Dark side of a heart famished from the mockery of empathy
Looking through a rope realize you denied that side of me.
Failure to evolve till I took your place
And realized you saw only the rope and not the paradise beyond the noose.
Rest now still till never is forgotten
My affinity act natural I know this is unwanted your final rattle
And growing stench are to me unremarkable indications of true flavored beauty.
Bloated from blight with a rotting perfume.
Aphrodisiac I cannot share so I must consume.
So take my hand or feel my grip instead marching through the woods
And straight into my den your bile on my breath with your flesh down my throat
I wish to feast your forever alas your blood's gone cold.
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Beauty is a beast perceptive yet defective
Trapping the beholder under a bolder
Demanding order from soldiers with sculpted motives
On the brink of broken borders and mind destroying stress disorders.
Nature appearing peripheral new coordinates
Rerevealing frantic faucets force fit for free flowing fighters fighting a feigned front from folly front men.
A black and white problem.
A Diamond so gorgeous it refracts
To perhaps show appreciation for the nurture from nature in its creation.
A thief of breath we still dissect selfishly
For the beautiful reason labeled individualism.
What consciousness can be if not a life to live but a life left for me.
Trapped under a bolder of which the other side is green rooted
Left only to see the side of the bolder
That became an anchor attached to infant knees.
Nature appearing peripheral new coordinates
Rerevealing frantic faucets force fit for free flowing fighters fighting a feigned front from folly front men.
A black and white problem.
A Diamond so gorgeous it refracts
To perhaps show appreciation for the nurture from nature in its creation.
To explore outdoors cut the cords to let wings soar
That is if these hollow bones aren't too sore
But sadly the poor below become the beauty.
Again we perceive an unhappy agenda mind absentee label the victim which we are happy to be.
Blame the beholder or the bolder or the grass that grew too green
And gave us an obscene amount to dream about.
In the end.
Just blame me.
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Yeah!
So disappointed I have noticed everyone has a voice, too afraid to use it
I am worried going to lose it. Dropping words stomp a promise
Find them scattered about and to be honest
Heights the last thing to fear when I have had it up to here.
Everyone is falling failing never elevating raging breaking flailing and mistaking everything is straightening.
The earth is just as flat as we thought.
No race to the bottom when you can't locate the top.
Its these Thoughts they're creeping up or is it in I can never tell.
Frantic scribblings and incoherent thoughts aloud.
Final actions of an insane man or the last desperation of a man with nothing left to live for.
Drag the human race through the mud proclaim acceptance you are just misunderstood.
Exhibited symptoms of a different wisdom
Considered a victim of glitches in a fictitious mental prism
Resisting existing eclipsed in this prison system that created this malicious schism
Incentive is requested without we return to malevolence
Like what is the most I can gain from this perfectly one sided instance
While maintaining enough distance to sleep alone in my ignorance.
The eyes deceiving this view on our existences
The purpose for the individual thoughts and request we have to coexist
Desire causes the mind to conspire
Turning words and thoughts and ideas into unintended reviews of the mistakes we used to feel.
Ope
Our flaws our mistakes we are all to human to reveal
scrounging for breath the last gasp of air leaves creating a new disease.
Its these Thoughts they're creeping up or is it in I can never tell.
Frantic scribblings and incoherent thoughts aloud.
Final actions of an insane man or the last desperation of a man with nothing left to live for.
If all I ever say is from the hate in my heart.
I must expect to be remembered when light lacks in the dark.
Feel the need to speak relief through toxic fumes and crooked teeth
Feel the need to exceed the grief while burying civility underneath
Feel the need to cover the seed in charred dirt and lifeless leaves
Spark the foliage of the bridges you have burned and blind the world with your brilliance from the light as you burn
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