Stop kidnapping people, you fiend!!!
No one wants to be in the pocket of a raving lunatic, except for the raving lunatic who watns to place others inside a rather small pocket. Unless you have a pocket that allows avi-sized avatars to actually fit into a pocket of decietfully large calliber.
Oh dear, I sound as ravished as anybody else on this dark and dreary webpage...
Please do not disqualify my misconceptions of faint reality. Life lives only to visualize endangerment and the ninjas gleefully snip the thread. If you must, I will grant you leniency to undestand the provisions given in the constitutional insanity, but until you accept my terms I shall wait as a many-legged sigh in the darkest corners of your thoughts.
A salutation to the wise and slightly infirm! As poetry has often escaped my grasp intent on joiing the liquid medium from whence it arose, I will merely detail a portion of the sky with agonizing intentness. Blue. Purple. Gray. Wind. Stars. Deep. Sparkle. Light. Also, as it will take me a year to list all sky-like qualities found in our slowly disintigrating atmosphere, I will abandon this mission with great delight whilst repressing a gargantuan smile that I currently hold in my sightless fingers.
Formica spreads a thin wail across a lazy skein,
dripping a panacea of longing,
A slight tremor, embracing the clean enamel
the knowing of approach,
a dark encrusted sigh begins to form,
The light embalmed in crumpled dreams...
For once a smile disgraced by custard securities.
The sweet and sugared cavity.
Behold the wicked bells that ring in the insanity! Burn the cinders to ashes smaller than atoms and break out in various and annoying allergenic symptoms! Raise your inflamed eyes to the spurts of lava that pour down the petrified domo and give your praises to the very large and gregarious shiny boots! What name through random insomnia breaks? A chance misinterpretation of destiny slides inward through the fading dawn and into silent snows. As this has seemingly fallen out of association with sophisticated and average language, I bid thee all a very fond and misguided farewell!
Small silence that graces every hair follicle on my being, crystaline essence of pure cute dance sideways and frolic over golden sands. Little eyes glancing over perfunctory maiming enhances even the greatest amateur.
A small blue letter enters the screen and interrupts the magnificent dialogue between man and machine. THis means. Of course! The cows make their stealthy entrance! They come in the darkest of times to realize every small mind-addicted monkey that silently preys upon the coelescing dreams of the innocent. Questing domos roam the land with their saturated nets. No escape for monkeys, no no no! Why what follows in the wake of such nonsense, only the purgatory of a unstable mind.
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