

Selfless SaintSystemic pulverization of consciousness She, claws at my mind Willing sacrifice for the usual moral Worse than my hive mindSelfless Saint
Disbelief placed before my eyes The world seems real, nothing relates Your being is ok, compared to she Martyr of psyche
Pain cannot be spoken In these agonized words This pen is my hurt This ink my blood Read and weep


To you...Let me tell you what you are You're amazing, I'm attracted But I'm terribly distracted And I'm trying to be verbal And I'm back into this circleTo you...


SpecialStationary, Settled, Droning I feel so isolatedSpecial
Moving, Active, Exchange I feel so sad
Content, Longing, Belonging I feel your touch
Excited, Loving, Care I feel your love


Thoughts concievedQuestion. I am presented with a problem, it is a tricky one to solve for one road will be profitable and illegal, and the other will be unprofitable and legal. I look to find the answe that makes me profit and then complies with my own twisted values, or at least that i can get away with. So all at once i am subjectively and objectively thinking, with the result coming of something semi profitable, and semi illegal that gets under everyones skin. I do this all the time, is that normal? With that then you must think of one other thing. Laws are only made to contain the physical human, not his mental self... so how can i be abnormal when comparThoughts concieved
...and a happy new year!!!
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-christian
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It's very appreciated.
I'm glad you like it.
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The strings encase me.
Envelope me in lines.
A cutout paper shape, devoid of color.
I am once again a clumsy outline.
Give me a vision, unlock my cellar door.
I am a waste of ink, a waste of time.
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~manaxmomo
~stocks-by-manaXmomo
Sometimes dreaming is the best treatment....
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I follop, make globbery noises, vollue, say voon, flurble, willomy, glurry, flur, gup, wurf, and flollop, all in a very floopy manner.
Give me Sugar...I am Sugar fiend...
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