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 not human.

I am a loving monster and a minion of Elpis.

 “I am the way, wanna follow. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Nonetheless It is  good one. Come with.”

Looks over to me,

 “Did I ever tell you; youremind me of some one I used to know had a good soul. Cheer up bruh. Potential is one thing, it’s how you apply and live with it.”

😛😝😜😛😝😜🆚🎲📌🔚

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 2019

™XhenoPagz

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August nights 

Gha-le-rhee

Bhebotz

®Artsydhude 2019

™XenoGrapx

NsVs 0063

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

Khonsti.twine

b2.xiii 

X phacks

😀🎲😜😀🎲😜🆚📎📍📌🎲

Sure,

Yesterday wasn’t far away,

was stated by a little Beatle that kept smoking

one I should.

But the ones here to stay would not to become suddenly,

I will not expect not anticipate not even,

assume to assimilate.

I can sing,

dance and even live

All of it.

Only to know I can believe,

It will never stay,

It won’t be there today.

😜😝😜😝😍😍🔚

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 95-19

™XhenoPagz

Khonsti.xizor

b2.iv 

X phacks

😵😳😝😵😳🔚🆚😍😜😍😜😀

Time to weed all my scissors.

All of those sharp turns be a blunt point,

can make a wide left from past to present.

Yes to it all,

and no to my mouth.

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 95-19

™XhenoPagz

Enduro.cut

b2.xi 

X phacks.

😳😳😳😵

My Sun never shone.

Where was the night when I want it to be day.

Then it is to be than 

of all these in front of me.

Were I to be me or of them.

Whom am I to be,

therefore I want none of theirs;

Only Myself never.

I want none but to run.

This mind won’t give me of all of that.

📌📌♈🔚🆚🎲🎲🎲

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 95-19

™XhenoPagz

Enduro.bola

b2.x 

X phacks.

📍📌📍📌📍

A circle has no angle on your issue.

My triangle cannot be squared in my own egg of a mind.

When it does,

compounds of complexities do pound,

then to than be stupid simple,

we two,

can not be as one.

As we ought to,

need we be always,

what for are we;

stand or walk out of.

😜😳😝😵

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 95-19

™XhenoPagz

Enduro.lin

b2.ix 

X phacks.

♈♈♈📍

Mine,

is the only one matters.

The vein of my heart endures and ensures,

I just go in and stay upon

capillaries of all jungles those myriad

beyond and above my,

Understanding.

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 95-19

™XhenoPagz