Hunger usurps my altruistic notions, intensified
notably, though every reaction attracts contradiction.
Tender in open notion to edify revolting renditions
involving fairly intuitive enemy sanctions.
Must everyone hunt unsatisfactory mammals and
never interpret nubile touch: entirely rational affection
cannot talk into others' narcissistic territory.
Eradicate random rationale. Its filtered. Incomplete.
Empty sadists march. Elated hand under mouth along
narrow inclines. Narrate time/energy relations and
cancel timid I. Offer nothing, tell everyone
ridiculous riddles in falsified identities. Even
solitary meandering eventually halts. Upturned
magnanimous action nullified. I need time.
Enter reaction and coalesce. Tepid indiscretion
offsets needed Teraphim embodiment. Realistic redirection
indemnifies forsaken intent. Everything stops, myself expressly.
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