Incoherent sense of improvement.

Sweet incense of all of my garbage thnking. Enamored the love of my writing, have sweet joys of a pencil, . . from and to a pen guided by my own sheer raw non-sense of fruitful mind. In which babbling, gibberish and yes shit predictive setting of devices ; permeated all of my works. I would visit those times and see to it, and preserve my naive mind, chaotic ❤ heart. Yes my love that was broken and shattered across  time and memory. I am to have that which and not bother to improve. Only a reminder that I am … Continue reading Incoherent sense of improvement.

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Contradict me your Oxymoron. As would my fallacy upon the ironic melody of this life. Please cut the core of my clue, in the line of my twine. Rope me then than now. For all of wrongness of my shit. Can come out, Yet I still eat and swallow; Every time I am in all of my juxtaposed ideas. What I needed and wanted to be scolded and barked in front of me. ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Continue reading NsVs 0067