AXEL
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.
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