Lie'berry

Addictive;
shameless shell of gluttony
fruit of false knowledge

procreate. Nestle the house of the seed you've
produced. let them blossom like the weeds of manic.
a drop of its nectar will make you question all that you
know, and leave you pandering conclusively, how to abstain
more. more of itself, as those you need but 5-7 my maker said
what means; deny truth around every corner, and replace it with
something entirely without mass, so that when the time comes, there
isn't but a leg to stand on. Prostrate.

љубав писмо.ที่เพลงยาวप्रेम पत्रτοραβασάκι

Charité,

Mon amor, I am held embracing thing
visage of your gorgeous, and the smile that
mirrors holy light, the type that radiates all but
to the heavens. &as the sweetest melody, with every glance,

the sun arose from my chest in spires to prostrate ye
upon sighting them. I see not but feel the lush of tips
grown quite familiar to me. i can take pleasure
.in this.

รักคือ
láska
l'amour est
kærlighed er

.beingyouwithmebeingmewithyou.

פִּירָט[]el rey

dans votre terre

take what you can
give nothin back. drink
eat, waste, contaminate the
awesome...with less awesome.
In my day, i was a Monster...look
at you now, child of; but wait, you
speak of valor from a table upholding
a scroll, "devil's dictionary". unshaped
down size, that wld be. the ego.

[pri]oritize
[pri]de

ในแผ่นดิน

THeCastello

i am
Compassionate
sadness does not really faze me..
U can only do so much. i care.alot

маймуна

et cette merde de terre,

Dio

cane. ma.
Not yet, so for now, i protest.
Of me here a vintage portrait of
a capture.
Ancestor, my culture has you
to thank wld be understated thus,

portray me as you will,
a moment such as soon to fade
into the dust, at your choice of word.
my, your misunderstood enemy, i am not that.
which lies you have told to keep trou' taunt on [-]ip.
нет
call me me more by that number, of that coven who holds
you baby maker. so tight i feel neither spine nor tongue enough
to hold steady, rock side to side instead; mesmerized by the sound
of your in the very near future demise, suppress recording. not that
you shall have a need or want to remedy, your sins to confront.
most are comfortable drowning in the warm bath of their own dirt.
until they feel the bitter gilt of the cold. in need of a winter. ice clears the air.
ரொதெஸ்த்.
vastu vaidlema
ประท้วง
抗議

Morphose.Katastrophe

indecision was all that grasped my attention, so
far as my lids stay opened behind the mirror of fortune.
I could only see.

Heard nothing as the banter of a silent room growled in my
temple, massaging the epicenter of her own voice. mother.
Where have you been all my life.

Quest for the children of valor, none of which had rights to bare.
They chose to show their love in the form of fear, right from wrong;
What an illusion it must be for you to see me, mounted on pedestal.

Posed in a daze of these purple hazes blown from side to side
Wallowed the the hollow of the trundle tree, blessed it may have been.
I tried preying even for something like a forgiving tone in the ether, beg
if you may, it said there was nothing in my head to be found.
so there i stayed..
With a declining whimper.

Obviously, i said i can't. no longer do I have have that quaint sensation.
A mist a moth, ignite into black flame and spread like wild weeds. there
again, may that purple should be violent, proper proper if you thieve to name it.
Plucked from the sea of my own vanity, the colors of light, ash, oblique to all else.

Minimal Index

• डिप्रेशन,
• ಲೋನೆಲಿನೆಸ್ಸ್,
• லைப் அண்ட் தேஅத்

start with life: dark, messy,
trying on different identities to find the real you,
ends in light bright white, simple , clean death.
there is no life in some thing that is clean, simple.
express loneliness and depression on the paper
disorder is mentally fascinating and interesting,

Your life if played back, may portray only the very core of contrast,
between one's extremities. Lies beneath a vase meadow of false promises.
to myself i told Not to, don't, worry. &all at once it came crashing up from under me.
my belly swell with the wave, one after the next. their must be darkness after light.
There must be darkness after light passed through this vision you call reality,
to take such a short stake less seriously than the long, in to know not what is at hand.
forbade is the sustainable of love
to he that bare no truth to his felicities.
take your two steps back,
over the pare around the way,
beyond the far beyond;
can you see the star that is I,
named so for his deep sorrow of the since deceased delusion.

Naive takes no names and hears every short crackle
in the voices of "them" and "they". Them once were they,
and they used them to take whatever it was they wanted,
needed abashment, redone in eccentricities sparing nor mercy nor
ఫిత్.

All shall be cut down in the name of might and ambition.
Hail "freedom" cry for the king to live on.

[இ]motion

Children of Valor, we don't cry,
Are tears of joy, hide the scar of life.
These upward spherical pendulous zoom by.
What was day light once, when we use two
Ride down the street, and at the tops of,
Are lungs screaming for less and more, at the same time[2]
Are bodies blown with the breeze, in a direction unforgivable,
so that we cannot cling, two, but for one, another.


I was waiting for you...
to say hello but you said goodbye
& now I'm standing all alone,
Won't you
Take a walk with my mind.
Stand by my side.
I have never found a light, so pure that it might
Burn my sight, of future
being lost now, forever longing
To stay behind.
Darkness gathers her by the loot,
dotty pots of dawn.
Golden kisses
You left me one,
By one and losing still. Lost.
Where has my pride
Gone, and left me like the sun.
Now it's darkest night. and nothing glows
Within this light.
Street, i stand, here alone, not but am, not but want in.
You

-emotion...