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I am rifting

To the depths of an icy cape thunders dense are the walls of this stone cold centre. Touched are the fragments lost to an ocean of darkness....

16.1.13

I am an Intergalactic-Projection


Moving land sweeping fidget drifts a ton of amber ridden hallow bowls poured onto a wasteland of memories into quite dusted shores. Soaring distant views lightening panting into fumes. A year upon year piling crashing melting into animalistic hues. Organic spores of gifted curves you’re a step forward without even breathing alone. 

Foaming sweating carved a thick leaded hole this place is not what it was. Precious frailty purity loosely spelt wrong. Giving way to head rotting intimate lies of gold.

Deception indifferent red lips freshened by the drips of cold. An endless battle of wits. The pressure of abstraction at its maximum threshold. You colour the green darkening the lines digging deeper into the core. Not me. That could never be me. Once invested, twice and once more. Hopscotch my way into your soul. Cowardice only lasts till the last fold. Make amends make amends make amends. Chant your demons into the corner right booth. This sail was never meant to hold us all. Spread the cards make a map do the math and project your self into the well-known error of intellect.

Thought through, knotted several ways to meditate every move. Which winning side to pick, could be best bet after all. Slumbering failing get a hold on your outlandish goals. Do or don’t. The self could be the rhetoric that makes the tables turn. Word vomit sentence overload. Distance bridged burnt down into lavish lust. Ravaging us all. Wrecking peace awakening hedonistic duality present in the walls. Damage control damage control damage control. Lines drawn into the ground. This sail was never meant to hold us all. Spread the lives mark your sample and autocorrect your self into the well-known alternate jump skip move along. 




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