...in the brinks of all these thoughts of/in staring at people gorge themselves to death

how we
conduct restriction with contempt and reproduction.
A moment of movement.


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A moment.
Momentarily two years pass.
People are noble,lie,honourable, cry.
People (is) like wine.
Wine betters with age.
Justifies itself with taste.
Jokes get better.
The list grows longer.
Production is the enemy to possibilites.
Possibilities (are) the enemy of
Prolonged happiness.
"+"
The form.
Two years formed.
Created from a solid pool of thought.
Objects fail,produce,trail, reduce.
Objects (are) like time.
Time betters with fame.
Justifies itself with humility.
Laughter gets louder.
Conduction is the enemy to stagnant.
Stagnant (is) the enemy of
Movement.

Punk

Alright mother fuckers I have
a poem for all you motherfuckers    .

It some strut like this bitchass dick.

Trailers are Like Minutes

Seems like, without warning, so sad, all things have class.
Believing is not always based on belief.
Most things are events that face a lifetime of fading away.
The last scene is not always about passing.
Always.
Not all ways, always
I wanted to have a long shot.
All of these things are kinda different.
It's from the strong perspective.
It's pretty much as much as we have it.
Maybe it does.
What does?
We've got to work on something BIG.
Let's Makes something BIG.
We have to make something BIG, in matter of fact.
(ha heh Ha)

PURE

hey you proud crowd

my name is yours.

Little bits popping out.

(heh heh ha ha)

would you like to do it now?

Sounds like the beatles.

"Did you hear it?"

genau.

"This boy will get you back again."

This boy. ;)

"Pocket full of marbles,"

Says a man.

"the german Folk."

Lei-la Lei...Lei-la Lei

"how I go, going home, I go"

...

"Pure"ly