Tuesday, April 12, 2011

text || Edward Nichols

Atonal texture

aThia rhetorical neophyte is incongruance in its relief. accordingly the indigenous format for the destruction is for the most part an atypical extension of ultra -worldly means.

This system religously performs its duties. .P-Shaw. Rimrod gold perforates its duties.Rimrod gold perforates the monstrosities of other worldly. divinities.Most protaganists examine the main- frame realities,causing golden sewers to float aromatically by. This calling of the gadians of circumstance forks the road atthe muses destination.

The lineage of the amazing powers of observation.

His augmentation of self with the balance of ego.

Nomadic gestures on the forfeiture of time.
Delinquent efficiencies catty-corner to the adjacent obelisk thrown about by the storm.Spectrum bias liers curtailed an iron branded with Ailig groundzeroe on a peptide partionturpentine.

My thought controls is under the flaw of the twilight dance and the opening of the door of perception, it's reception is possibily a deception, but real in this dilemna. This is the downplay, the downplay of surprise. This world's not hard to surmise. I see you hanging in your salvation fantancy. There is a fine line between boredom and ecstacy. I've said I'll never do it again, get I've never done it before, and I'll ne4ver do it afterwards. Oh the beauty of desepair, oftentimes the heart is beyond repair.

You're mesmerized by your Denial You can feel the heat, but you can't see the fire You're a thief, a cheat and a liar. You're crosse all your bridges and now they've burned. You've been told a thousand times and you've never learned. Dry eyes fry with the heat of despair run for it, if you dare. You must keep in mind the light: Aglowing green skull, A instruments of pain for the mentally deranged.

There's onething I know and it's that I don't know.
I look at you and think that you think you do.
But I really don't think you have a clue.
You can't see beyond the bounds of reality.
Because you don't have the mental clarity,
Your minds locked in a little prision cell.

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