Someday, I'll Rule The WorldDEVILRY! You see, I have this urgent need to speak, and now I'm drowning in the expansive words that I poured down my own throat, fantastic utterances that sounded so pretty until they came out, an auditory asphyxia for a meaning-starved mouth. The Super-ego has fooled you all, but only for so long. You've labeled me a liar, yet I've done no wrong. So we'll be angry, both you and I. You for something that I never quite seemed to get straight, And I for the massive webs I weave. Tear me apart from the inside, and you will see that its always nothing that feeds my insurgent need to sieSomeday, I'll Rule The World
Prima FacieThere is a rational reason as to why I feel the need to edit expression, inarticulate emotion that spells out what is to become the greatest of all human aesthetics. Patterns shaped out of cesspool thinkings, unincredible and mundane, irrational and incomplete thought whirls, and the dizzying heights are made home. This is beyond motion, beyond paralysis, beyond the off button that switched this body from intuitive release to computation. There are. feelings. that. cannot. be. turned. down. Abortions of thought, only pure, base instincts that produce the pheromone fog in which we sit, enthralled by the taste of self. But love you rotten, I caPrima Facie
Frivolity, My Darling GirlFrivolous days turn into frivolous thoughts that turn a clock so tightly wound, I can't help but come undone. And as the seams tear, I can only wonder if what I did was something different, what I could have done was something more. And will you trust me again if I tell you that all is said, and not a single thing was done? I could never hope for such things, not even in motion picture dreams that flash across the screen of this mind that screams for a need to be needed, a need to have hope, if something like that can even be conceived. And yet, if I believe in you, will you believe in me? mutual, wishful thinking that filters in from the colFrivolity, My Darling Girl
FortuitousThe bodies come. The bodies go. In a rhythmless tide that lacks a flow no sense of meaning,Fortuitous
haven't you heard? I am the soul who fights the broken wave.
The channel parts,
but I step aside,
these bleeding halls, they can't decide whether to scream aloud
or to cower in the corners, reeking of a miserly lapse of feeling.
The bodies come. The bodies go. Motionless minds reflecting motionless souls. The bell rings, still, they follow the way they were told to go. I am the soul who fights the broken wave.
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