Archive for June, 2017

A twelfth full and skinned over.

June 18, 2017

Oblong obelisk and I am unable to attend, though your flavour is lemon and my eyes are beyond the hedge. Open this utterance with your spacious can opener, I love you and this is the result of damaging trollop chews as long as we are alive, though I would better go horse riding than remain in this room without you. Never forget that I am indispensable and this road is much better than the one in the story. Heat and rain, I stand here or sit there on the roof away from destiny. Remember the sound of seconds, sleep please wake attention. Suppression and beyond another form of deliberate hannibal resource cream. This must stop but by now there are many amps cramming subtitles and kiss the carpet those feet, running faster than the pram, stop again! Believe me, please don’t go. Run with me and then, take a step into this cold water where the bites of my undeveloped sister take more action than the same sort of attitude we had in the last remembered style. Parlance be minded and useful to the dame and doctor, I always state beyond fate that this time I never had enough and you stole it don’t laugh, I quite started falling inambulant. Force it.

Last night, I dreamt that I was living with an unpleasant stranger.

June 18, 2017

A living body, a person of a very firm consistency, concentrated like a stock cube of life, concentrated in all precious explosive potentials, of exploring the wilds of creative discovery that only persistent travel through layers of observation can grasp! Yet within the most moderate form, a mobile perception, alert and open to matching persons with routes of development. Astounding in complexity of consideration for others, these things can be missed, because they don’t shout, they are softly passing and are hidden to those who don’t seek them out.

Consistency solid form of a size that fits, of a potential that fits the hope of my belief, living at levels that open to love others, not collapse to fear them. Offering journeys of philosophical meaning, not a car glide with inane and paranoid commentary.

All of my life I have needed you, the meaning of the universe – if one person could ever address that meaning, so moderate, so gentle, such an unexpected array of notes.

I am a person of roses, of dancing and of dreams. Of restless analysis, will to moral observations, watching and following and listening to you listening to me. Another body moving through the space reflexively defined as space. What do others see?