this is the very pinnacle of utter disappointment.

this is why novels are much better than biological manifestions of all things positive &negative.

well, shit.

of course i'm scrawling in nothingless binaries. attempting to convey some picturesque portrayl of just how my workings are motioning. i find it quite impossible more often than not, it's either fervent sentiment or musical (in)genius musing me along. be sure it's not a mirror or praising. my four chambers are more erratic than a coccaine snorting ( Read more... )

beyond this mirage i've paned, you know, top of the line window working here, pressed sands of the sahara at temperatures only conjured up by the seismic or mechanical, obscured by exaggeration &frivolous fallacies, there is that chambered muscle of crystalline i strive so to habor in tutelage. i'm much more tenuous than i exemplify or would care ( Read more... )