jhosy
I follow you into the breaches if hell, if you so desire.
I just hope to escape your clasp once the journey becomes breathless.
Electrocute is what my neurons scream out when I drown them in liquid gold.
Yes, yes, this battle has been won.
All is well with the handling of life, now.
Are we destined to implode, one by one?!
How can one possibly reach excellence when the hurdles are infinite?!
THEY NEVER TRULY STOP
This is one of the sorrowful truths of life.
The worst truth is:
IT'S ALL SELF-INFLICTED. Humanity does not thrive at it's own will.
A plague on all the virulent of mind!
You are sentencing the potential of language to certain doom when you feel moderation is necessary over non-offensive words.
Oneword- stop gutting the beauty of linguistics. Embrace the infinite possibilities.
We are sentenced to the chains that bind us and the things that hold them in place.
What’s worse- we created those very chains and we know exactly what they’re bound too…
Why must we be masochists and condemn ourselves to inevitable death?
What lunatic tendencies, say the sculptors of breath when they analyze us from up above time and logic.
We are sentenced to the chains that bind us and the things that hold them in place.
What's worse- we created those very chains and we know exactly what they're bound too...
Why must we be masochists and condemn ourselves to inevitable death?
What idiosyncratic tendencies, say the sculptors of breath when they analyze us from up above time and logic.
We're bleeding out our insecurities.
Better go find that bandage, boy- don't let 'em know you live.
Change makes the soul feel startled.
It's not about politics- it's about movement. People began moving since the beginning because of hunger, disparity, invasion... you name it.
I am transitioning into the all-important phase of adult stability with a lifetime partner.
My soul is startled.
But not the way mankind has been startled by change though the ages.
This is bliss.
Progress is not stalled by perplexity.
I cannot be guilted into continuing on the same path that will inevitably lead me to a dead-end. I work for a non-prof. I love what I work towards, I love being part of this movement.
But this movement is barely paying the bills.
And it ain't covering that medical necessity.
I gots to go where the money flows and the woes are worth the tolls, honey.
Ain't no stalling the progress because of social obligations that lead into stagnation.
Momma ain't raise no fool.
Grasped the mask with pure humiliation.
How dare you falsify such innocence?!
Grasping the self in utter consternation.
How could we have missed the obvious pretense?
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