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Stuck between verdant hills,
The present has lapsed once again,
a fitful resurfacing
of the past, bore from elder,
Shall these minerals of guilt
nurture the seed,
push the yearling blossom
through the uncovered scab
or rot in apprehension?
I'm aiming for brevity on this one, for truth is frank. Ambiguity is ambiguous as a tautology is a tautology. Jump on a sleek jet and fire yourself across state lines, cross rivers and lakes and oceans, push your way through bustling crowds, all others or main street familiars, shove an infinite amount of drugs in your belly, nose, veins, slap your cock around, push it in, out, in, out of every tempting orifice that you may, lay back and look at the sky on the hood of your auto, look up from a raft floating in the glistening pool, look up after stumbling out of that nightclub at 3am, thin blood good blood bad blood buildings blocking the sky counting the windows in the tallest one, two, three too many, too loudnoise, on the forest floor amongst the litchen counting knobs in the tallest tree, one, two, three too many, too silent, on the floor at home, waiting, wanting, watching that one person you love-love no many persons, so many that I could, but no, only perhaps a few, perhaps nil, yes home can be a very boring place try crying or laughing or laughing manically, cursing, shouting, shouting drunk, masturbation is this my passion shouting blackout see the light headache headache alone again never alone thoughts always occupying you're fucked up No I'm not yes you are, you are dear I want this no that no this no that I have that no this NO now down to a or b, the simplest dichotomy. Its a yes or no but eitherways you are wanting something else, what you can't grab, a tautology, I'm always wanting something/one else, the other side, the others, the opposite, diametric, you don't have you'll never, ever, ever, human human human have it now you do. the mysterious years.
I was dismayed to find adspace on my fair profile, so I decided to write an entry for filler. Have at thee!
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing;
I come not to bring peace, but to bring an s-word.