a letter was sent to the postman who never received any letters. 100 words all full of doubts and fury. it included a story of a bear in the dessert who carved a camel's stomach to receive water only to find himself dead not a minute afterwards. you'd have to know how thick the fur on the bear's skin was, and how thin his sister's attached. the simliarity lies not only in the weeds of grass but in the laugh they uncontrollably laugh out. it exactly the same but yet exactly different. the sister she talks but never speaks.. she speaks to my pickle in the jar ive spoken of earlier, and not only does she complicate but she destroys so simply. what do i do with a thin skinned bear who'll lead herself and i to that same desert?
i dont want to be found dead.
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little beasties creepies towards the weesties. the beasties in my mind show me cigarettes do not burn. Do not flow with water. H20 gas.
snoop a fuckin' loop.
you start with a solid loop of string, cutting it in half with your middle fingers on each side. your thumbs dig into the earth and open the minds of countless with your heart.
pull me under. if we last through, i wont need to call. i have not risen. still being pulled beneath the imaginative. imaginative wisdom does not exist. it is all a trick of your mind. or, are you tricking your mind into tricking you?
// The bisas of wodsim is to konw(7) snihtemog, and hvae the ooitpn of pnissag it otno snoemoe esle or knipeeg it for ylesruof. Wodsim is a fballae tturh. It deos not pvore rhgit or wnorg, or good or bad. Olny taht you konw waht you tnihk is(47) a fcat in taht mnemot in tmie. Now, yuor ooiniopn of taht wodsim may cgnhae oevr tmie, and you hvae erevy rhgit to cgnahe yuor vweis. But, waht im aniksg is... Deos wodsim eiatnl taht you konw snihtemog? anihtyng? if yuor not rhgit or wnorg tehn waht are you? If yuor not good or bad, tehn waht are you? jsut a sidebar(107) character trying to make it into the main storyline? i konw waht i ma. i konw wrehe i snatd. Troferehe, i d'not konw tahw eht kcuf si gniog no. DNA staht tsuj erehw i tnaw ot peek ti rof won(147), litnu ym yrots sediced ot edolpxe tuo fo noitartsurf.
.acirE uoy evol i
(sdrow 061 edam i)
like a season i reverse i take you. To the electoluminessant beams that hurricane us extrapolatorily into oblivion. our cascade of emotions bombarde our thoughts incessantly. No aversion now. No more myopic individuals in my classroom. Only peverse visions of a consumingly bleak introspective look on life. BE the verbage. SHOW ME you understand. Wrinkle it all together now, and take it apart. What do you have? something "more" perfect? something closer together? have you mashed the molecules more tightly now? is it "more" of a solid...
or perhaps once you squeeze it close, it becomes liquid again. Does that mean you lose the liquid? or does it form around your body to become you? ...i'd like the latter of the two.
you dont need a notebook to remember what my hands have made just yet. :)
And yes, i finally have the link back here now. Thanks for giving me the link book inside the giant spinning ball. // DI , II
we so need to get more than that.
.hsif elttil ,hsif elttiL
anon.
Seriously, that kid likes things for the stupidest reasons. But seemingly the best. idk. i don't like it.
-Eric
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