Saturday, October 19, 2013

Nobody to be With

I am the loneliest person on this planet.

Passing By and Passing Out

Handbook, hand the book
over to me,
a handy book, a book in my hand.
It is all the same to me.
And at the discretion of your face,
you fill me with distrust.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Old Man Slenders Down

Bring it to the senders,
ask for the extensor,
latitude over longitude,
no longer and allocated attitude.

I have asked you here today
to speak of my grandeur.
Observe how I sparkle under
the fresh moonlight.
My skin is silken, transparent gloss.
Almost nonhuman, I contribute
even less to this economic stress.

I am, what you call, genderless
avast the mighty world of sameness.

Gray River is Grey

mystery sarcasm, it is deemed, that to be from birth is to be of a dream. to proclaim the earth spot that you'll stand upon shall be the same spot gravity drives you down on.  relative to another speed, centuries less fortunate will communicate to be forthcoming. ill convicted is a murderous spouse all but to touch you once on the mouth. degenerates regenerating reconcevable bits to build out a turntable of soundbite trips. loops and schemes of machismo frames the serviceable solidarity of spidery soupy grave

Monday, October 7, 2013

What is it's Meaning?

    • ۪⠨͙͙͙ۢۢ⋄͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͙͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͛͘͘͘͘͘͘͘͘͘゜ֱ゛⋄͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗͗؞ءৣ࿆ૣ˜ัิีึืฺุู์ํ๎้็่๊๋⋄̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽⠐᷂᷂᷂᷂᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀᷀ۛͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ꒛᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂᷂ۦۨۧۥ۪۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ۤۤۤۤۧۦֲֲִֵֶֶูุุۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣۣ