. . . Here in my hands, I feel the power. Not what you think. Not what you can feel. Only to what can index and thumbs can mark and make. This has been here, Only to be summoned not on whim, . . . not of incessant prayer. . . . not of unbelief. Only when I know I have had a chess match with Uriel. Out of my 10, winning 1. At least he gave me an understanding winning isn’t. Only to lose to my ego, is the best way Of the path, not in shame. Lies in … Continue reading NsVs rs.9141902.am4
Carry me zephyrus into the arms of my ever loving Frigga. Move me out of this mouths of Nemedia, so I may feel the love of Amalthea. What then if When Elektra and Oedipus, surely do come to grips. Thus Romulus and Remus give nothing, Only aggression not to me but of the hate Which permeated between them until now. Who then shall I turn to, when all the right has gone wrong. when all wrong have been coming up right. Shall I make a trek, not to who or where. Inside here at the vessels of my own Styx. … Continue reading West out of Eden.
If and when Greed is an ally, why must I keep it nearby to make it my enemy. Yet that green hard cold cash, is as water from my hands of need and wants of the objects. So to live with it, I am chained and succumbed. To live within and without; it is enough to miss it. Only to know to use it as means and survival. Not knowingly it can indulge me to live by it. Continue reading South of Nod.
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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I see now of me, myself and I. The triangle of !ife. The line coming out of this mouth. What circle of my repetitive glossary only knows to say. Now I know, what it means to be no one and some one, to somebody. 🎲📍🎲♈🆚😝😛🔚😵 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Continue reading NsVs 0063