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vol. 4.5, PenchantForTheBroken

SHARDS OF YOU.

pale needed.

Come lay your feet in the tub of your tears, hindered by the fare of the wait of tares from the ducks, aqua aqua. Masked by a false certain air, why Hyde? awkward awkward. The windows of the shops you pass by sea behind your very oculars, see your very obstacles, obvious. Inner voice? Toughen up soldier, no shoulders, no shrouding shred doubts douse those with doses of rouses, wake up as if you have won.

Come lay your feet in the tub of your sight's waters, the warmth truly, pedi-soothing, therapeutic, Losing, one self inside heaving sighs. Recovery, after being hit by sledges covering yourself… shield, scarred, average seal, expecting doom and Klum, hard, but a silver lining in every frown.

Come; lay your feet in the tub of realization. Accept your position, identify your options, set the wheels in operation. Return to safety, save thee, thine, thou, though, I mean, it is all a cycle. Siphon confidence, let it be.

Come lay yourself in time, in your own tide, steady raft hone crafts, home fast, own past present and to come.

Come lay your head in the tub of all things anew, re: birth. Selah Omega. 

Axel, vol.4

AXEL

Labryinth.

Vertigo. Abyss. I've been amiss. The natural, the pure. I've been among the different. Rare beams, scarce Diplo. Who or what is he? Eternal queries, he thinks hard., between a rock, the hangout is a quarry. Internal squabble. A tad bit of squalor. So the pen comes in to play. Jumbled in a jungle of limitless bounds bound by a pound of grey amidst an inking of green. Youth. aged. Fine by the vines, fruitful and seasoned. Knows better. Seize the moment. Cease the momentum. Sees all, seas roar, seeks tranquil. But only peace of the battlefield is revealed. Meat of the matter, veal of a madman. separate time zones, a drone in normal seconds, secondly sent on second, not belonging to anything worldly 2/4 of the hours. empty shelled, absent minded, mind you my mind moves music only. Muses of like things. 

Activities of the usual are things not used to him.  Polar, ridiculous. snowy space. xawmby. The intrigue, the mystery. polar, even within bare hands alcohol is clutched periodically, as such quests are flooded on a quest downwards, moods are one way streets. disappointment? his post, he's appointed. anointed in the sense. Well oiled mechanical fence. fends in self care. new beginnings however. New outlook. A bit of clouds on the onset. set-on when hyped. a recurring theme, fiend, feels, the lack of such things vaguely apparent.  the conflict, the 51, the 49, the 50, the 50, and other tightrope variants clearly land in the mental where its meant to.

distracting. moving so slowly solely so he sows these for growing soaked in soil... much more now a routine, a route in, root in, rooted. Cagey beginnings however, albeit forecasts have been drawn, one cast to perform. Prepared for stormy conditions. calmly awaiting the call of the middle passing. still only just a fraction of a fractured formation, untimely healing for the Achilles of the cycle. Hopefully corrected before detrimental effects affect the fetes to be attended, tended to by evasive maneuvers. sub-consciously faltering between the realities of ideologies created within the same mind, the equilibrium of life, the balance of such.

Fitting together the jigsaw while a jig is rendered saw the approval, frugal existence. complain, i shall not though. continue manufacturing the factors of a factory theory, put together in random and slightly precise sight. as the daze go by, more time is bought to see the clearing of the smog, and whilst not be seen as smug, i told you so just won't do. an eternally rough understanding of a focal point, somewhat a total point coined in joint relation. Ask about the axel. From the simple to the complex, from the the shack to the apartment.  

Terminal

Desolation. A frigid dungeon, luminous? hardly. any indication of light? must be the light and faint cries for aid, no sign of dia. the cold side of the moon. a common insignia. arctic sweats. but in every cloud there is a silver lining, and for every complexity there is a simpler writing. Omega Selah.