Lurking in the overpowering depths of a blinding white light, one could hear the strained whispers, the rustling of fabrics. These groups of listeners and protaganists will bring along a bundle of their own sanity, and a jumbled up combination of ambient truths and legalities. They’d leave behind an echo if they could. A belief that ponds are murky and limpid. A belief that cheese is moldy and green. A belief that flesh is red and gorey. A belief that sex is sinful and dirty. Eggabah-eh-ah....... huh? People jump to conclusions and they eat grapes, but will partake not of the wine. [ I function properly -- I am not a negative person. ] Hell is described in Latin..... and you’re from Germany........ Meanwhile, suppressed memories and open suggestions have put all of us together in Austria. While I have mistaken you for everyone, you have managed to become no one. And a sign that says “FREE HATE” has called to me in unspoken requests that now linger in the air like some arrogant smoke. These are vacant and off-hand requests for my love and affection that do not go unnoticed. While I remain to be fairly, squarely, and undoubtedly pointless, these spider legs of life not unlike myself have filled my cup to the brim with that which is soured, firmented, and unholy. Unbounded benevolence, the hills be rumbling Beautiful boy blue go tumbling Itching along the ugliness of himself Aiding and abedding, and making the rain to his own will “I AM the amalgamated lung deflation. When a person must put forth the truth, I am the force that pushes the air through the black swamp that is a non-smoker’s lung’s. Distasteful? NO. I am wintermint. I am country fresh, all natural, clean, pure vitamin E with aloe vera. Take no notice. Pay no mind. Forget I was here, but always remember to breathe.” - The Ugly
Reason for writing:
I hate myself because he tells me lies.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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