Go random as fuck
I sit on tiled walls
perspicacity is a word I do not know the meaning of, but alacrity is one that I rightfully know
in the perspective of rightfully tiled walls I sit
A reendangered thoughtfully though out wilting
an unnecessary double triplication of words, wisdom of walls I sit upon
Now I am told not to publish this, so I will not to reendanger the real walls I sit upon
into preenddangered paradigms of god
s
and walls
I sit upon
and again, Newgrounds, you, not only you, but you sit alone against these realities you cocreate with me.
I love you too.
I am not drunk on life so much as intoxicated youthfully into my self.
Is it mine?
I am listening to music.
I am imbibing myself with beer.
I am inhibiting only locally.
Yet, throughout, allowed only my only little chiquita.
Muy muy profundo is the unspeeked. Unspoken.
Whatever.
Dear old friends lost from the friendship of indiscretion.
New friends gained as such.
Am I really capable of caring for myself?
Surely.
Can I care for another the same way I wish to care for me?
More easily.
Then what is it that it is not?
We'll end it here and if not a soul replies I am not disappointed, for we are all one;
In our infinity and the threefold triplicity of the one that forgets for the respectful boundary implied through and throughout the one...
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MUSIC | or a little, dying cosmic whore...
Speak with your actions, come from your core.
