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-< Connection. Real.
-< Source...
-<(The Engine of Dream...,
Even Mother Father "God"
Cannot Control Time
-<(A Spacial Glome...,
-< Subjectively Provable. Solely...
Granting Freedom Of Choice
But At The Cost
Of Infinite
Eternal
Equality
Our Uncontrollable Source
Is That Of Nature's Force
A Moving Masterpiece
For All Unto All
ForEver Amor
-< Source...
-<(The Engine of Dream...,
Even Mother Father "God"
Cannot Control Time
-<(A Spacial Glome...,
-< Subjectively Provable. Solely...
Granting Freedom Of Choice
But At The Cost
Of Infinite
Eternal
Equality
Our Uncontrollable Source
Is That Of Nature's Force
A Moving Masterpiece
For All Unto All
ForEver Amor
Literature
You Fight the Dark
Dear baby,
my baby with a wrinkled pink face and little squinched eyes
and spit running out of your mouth,
I'm not going kill myself tonight.
I was thinking of going to the swamp tomorrow
in the rain they're calling the pineapple express
I was going to lie down in the tiny court of trees
covered in leaf fluff like giant spider webs and soft grass
and cactuses and deer
that was going to be a good place to die
and it made me feel less like I was being ripped in half
thinking about sleeping forever in the swamp
but then I thought about you
tangled up in my unmade bed, crying
thinking there isn't one reason to stay alive
not cinnabuns,
Literature
Untitled
Ik vond je
weggedoken onder 't stof
aangekoekt en bijna onherkenbaar
je had gewacht...
een leuke dag die verkeerd
afgelopen was,
een nieuwe hoop
die al bezet was
Ze kwamen met drommen,
in mosgroene pakken
hun militant gedreun
vergezeld van korte gesprekken
in hun vreemde taal
Onze liefde was overwoekerd
met angst.
Ik kende een weg naar buiten,
doch geen zonder gevaren,
En we wisten dat het leven zo was,
maar nooit hadden we verwacht
het angstzweet zo koud te voelen
op zo'n warme dag
Ik zag je arm volgen na
je hand,
een muur na de deur
een steen verschillend van de
vorige, een opvolging
die zich niet in de tijd leek
af te spelen
en ik z
Literature
Fear
what do i fear? I fear my life ending with a fade not a bang. I fear ending in a hospital bed forgotten. The only face i see the indifferent nurse bringing food, everything in view sterile and bland. No one to sit with me as i pass into whats next. A funeral attended by only the priest and the man with a shovel. I fear my second death coming before the the first
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I love the way you used the format for effect, really well done 