Goodmo[u]rning my grandeur majesty!

[5.01.08] Supposedly too much movies seen, or this one too much, at least. A genuine, unearthly handsome, saucy, alluring, can't count every unrepetable feature of him.He directed my desires, feelings, and orientatin straight away in an utter way. At this time, longing to his persona exceptionally somehow. I do have errands to run, however when not seen him since...Better leave it without a comment. Features of his face...so manful. The curved nose with a tiny hill in the three fourt of height...Greece kinda. Involuntarily recalling a king's profile. Hopeless, that's, that what it is all about. Reasurances can be said, can be done as well, thou requiring more effort. Spray saavy hair, vicious, no, not love, but self. Ever for-giving, kind-hearted, cordial opposite. The complicated binary coded scheme of the inner being of mine has been preseted to be on ever going contrariwise mode to the outterspace. Alas broadcasting hon the same channel happens too seldom. And to my greatest surrise, am either lacking in words, or unprecenenced state of egzo being has developed itself to such extend, can't remember thoughts any longer, than for a blink of an eye, which not only have become damn fast, but also past away, wear off, are deadening just drug sorta. Will we make a mock this time? Are our souls on the brink of making a statement consisting of words of this sequence: "'ve been through too many dust-ups"? is it possible, a hypothetical case;screaming on a roof top, undoubtedly free. extraordinarily existing inconsolable post-mourning after abandoning the most formidable assault like person in my entire life?The more I lunge into the subject, the less morph into and dodges I can escape into. Apart. Condemn someone since, presumably, did have say a [agent] provocat[eur/]ive words. Half lying lately, eating solely humble apples, despite ain't gonna get "lungs" of THAT, SO MUCH invisible size. You're asking me questions I can't give a response in your way, pounding into oblivion repeated like fuckin mantra words, am not like 'em others. You. Promisssed to remember. [never surrender. Am not the pretender] The whizz, the geek nicks you standed for, lied in ze respected, thou never existence-proved past. Who do you think you are? Don't say dunno, nor nobody. then you'll let those words to become the last I hear from your fleshy, exceeding mouth. The language trap shall gain a never reached before, woozy, even more baffling dimension. You, who I [kinkily] call "only men", take care , make every effort to reading, pen-etrate through. it feels good under a light coverlet. Nonetheless it doesn't change the fact that I fall asleep under a tight, fat-feathered duvet, forgetting about the whole world existing.

Am the wood, you the steel. You think it's far[-flung] better? Am three times as durable as yer have ever imagined. N feel like in time of a last year post. tell me I'm wonderful. Agreed. Then stop considering and lobbing on me about one repetitive thing, you're gonna get enough in every bliss house with a bum boy or girl. You left. Reluctant to excuse yourself. left nay it not be quickly, not came back for granted. Just like "enough" sorta n a state of too late to appologise. Went away. Don't know either why, or where. Enough? Little and hopeless, it's all about these days. Staying stable, starting unclutching. Fading away from my, morphing into your skyline. Time has become high to cut down on those ludicrous conjuring tricks. Kicking over the traces. Not even an understated indication. neither you, nor me. The whole shebang. Suppose, you started appreciating drawbacks of outsourcing. Your persistence's turnning into piling up finagles.