...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

Nuisance.

alright.

I'm an inspiration.


...a nuisance.


solo forte?


If all that is, what may be, the way is what is more than what can see with it, nothing more than what is needed to reach clarity.




no sense.

nonsense.

a nuisance.

Simple, You are.

when you see what people have done for you and what you can do for other people.

yeah that's melancholy .



simply, you Are.
simply you'll stay, when you ask for more.





if all see all?
what's In it's place?

a small arguement

"Get out!"
The spit hanging from his mouth was coming through a bit of the gash in his face, his porcelain whites on the brink of collapsing, were up to making decisions.
His firm finger pointing through two walls; the first being their sleeping/love making station of the house. Since she refused to wash their blankets, for the sake of refurbishing equal justice in the household, saliva, food, the body and it's liquids made ambiguous spots and shapes throughout it. One looks like a horse upside down on a brownish red ball. The bottom of the bed, dust from the kitchen brought by their feet.


As the fingers demand breaks through the first station there is the Food/entertainment/occasional love making station of the house. The fingers demand.