Be cause of you. Triangular oneness...between us...the seven, three through on into three balance a seven point, cause, causeless, love, equation, love, causeless, cause... A zero symbolizes a space...a one symbolizes a forming energy working at working...a two symbolizes a replica forming similar and alike...a three symbolizes a new space...an integrated, reintegrated, disintegrated integrity spirals still like stasis of forces...maybe it wasnt spinning and spun ever, never what it seemed to be is how it may be now... What a phrase, creatively contrive conceits...theorize about those conditions upon past, present, and futures of present pasts... Think too much, too little, control more, less is more... Barrels of ammunition blast incarnation into illusions of ghostly memories. Truth is this man, his word, is it a prepared statement or an honest stumble through interrupted sequences, which is an improvised realism, which is an authentic navigator...the sweet sounding order of tried and proven actions...or the bitter style of poisoned awareness...order, order, order in the court...objection, sustained, over-ruled...does the defendant understand the...does the prosecution understand the...riskily deranged honest lies sly their ways through spaces of reason here and here and here...killing trust softly, a hardened insensitivity to...I have perfect confidence in MY truth, I have perfected rejection of HIS truth, I have perfectly perfected HER truth... Ho hum, fore vibration, the waking figuring being future sent...present the defense, scrutinize the offense, overturn the dodgy mad men and lay them down to drown in true waters...functional false advertising inhibits any chance of no chaos...accredited institutions of sovereign and regal flooring base the grounds of execution...intelligent patterns of critical integrations layer a solid punch through all matters in the way of just cause. He did this, in this space of time, it is regardless of any unrelated space of time...sown grown reaped. Status of limitations, limitless travel of time? Unproved actions and inactions morph through charades of directives and misdirection...magical thinking bars the truth behind massive manuals of manipulation. Your truth will be isolated, in measures of slime bubbles popping like scientific law, the mechanics of which youve no schooled clue, but will you need one, two, three...know, the truth youve entrusted yourself to will knot matter...won bit. A kissed heart drained of all it was worth, and it wasnt worth much, as it was, not such a much in the slightest... The liberties you took as granted, they just produce your ability to groan, they were not really so free as you could have felt theyd been, laws wrapped in laws folded in laws...oh how the mighty have fallen, how the light bringers shroud bare, the other infinite truth of an abysmal shadow...pupil of the absolute space between...how now did incarnation seem, was it trivia of illusion? Begot of allocated allusions? Strokes of numbers, strokes of keys, locks, windows open for small crimes of opportunity, and you stalk through every door...cooking yuck and raw fate, red...red...red...awe ye predators of prey, whose prayer prays...awe ye some of right when oh sown wrong...rumors did beckon thee, certainty did wreck your tree...thy moral impetus, thy moralitys imperative, on par with treason of natures divinity. Oh, but, the unnatural never bent the nature of truth trusted, so, and sow...reap, sow...stitching patches of rhetoric altogether for a judge, switching between lies that lie really instead of shunned...masters of crime flipping dimes madly...two alibis sewing real times...wrap up the package in a pretty presentable aesthetic and, voila, the gift of reason, for the just who know, from thee known...
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 20:38:24 +0000
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