in contrast to black,
a struggle against
s[h]elved in multiples:
plusses in excess
of the otherwise-mediocre,
tranquil waters echoing ripples
of crippled, brittle pages --
hue are literature
humming notes from the infra end,
heavy, solid, anonymous
as my affection entangled,
'oops', posit the dissimilar, indeed...
with all the love
i can muster
♥ ♥ ♥
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; dig it.
im inspired to apathy
find the g-particle between the f-bomb and the h-bomb pinching its nose. it's right in the g-spot between the fart and the mushroom cloud.
thanks, mister JKWebster sir.
been a while.
1st unk, please don't, but
thunks just the same.
2nd unk, thunks for the heads-up,
but don't you think they should, once
and for all, transcend the planck and
go further down the rabbit hole of
if all they have is a finite number
metaphor in their arse n' all, they'll
never ever go beyond shaped f'art'ings
like the mushroom cloud.
'infinity has no shape' is quite a no-brainer
and should be reason-enough for them
to drop their fixation on (false) dichotomies.
oh, aum, gee!
care for some aye scream?