Do It Make It RIIITE!!!!

Now: THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! truuuly imponderable! But so it is. It ended in such an unexpeced way. So, I want it to be summer and I do desire the stripped ballerinas and so am goiing to have them sooner or ater in that o the other strore dep. Make the rite summer flaw n hype now!

Antiquark. Hello Boy

What shall I do? Then, it's something I would have never depicted in front of the finest boogiest mare... What is the use of it all? What do I need it all for? It's all pain and dust. Sorrow and sadness all around. yes, that's right. trying to catch the glimpse, the indication in the dilated pupil. It is that all. It's all about not me. The taste... unmistakeable... All odities went away. All lexemes do not speak in my favour any more. So strange. May it morph now into something more digestible, you surmise? It has just gotten more sophisticated. Not only is it about rarities, but the rub is also in the compoundness of unproximite pragmaticity. Most trite quotes get recalled... Awful condition of soul. So miserable. So dependent... Shall I wait? Shall I let myself wait? The Elegy begins... I am just priyv to the very basics of it. Will the mere structure be of sufficient help? Why, then, is it me after all in it? Led up the garden path, not to be ever retreived. Shall I give up or sacrifice everything that has been so painstaikingly done? It's me, faithful to the old traditions and habits that I myself have laid the foundations for. Doing the same thing you might say, nonetheless, it's all evaluated, refined and neatly polished. - -

33n3r 5 |< r 33 /\/\

I, ; ...did not (...); I want - ; I would like...; Am being not in the unstate to unmood; didn't want to... anyway, ; it does not matter as opposed to doesn't, nevermind - - ; I don't - wouldn't do so anyway.; they've eventually learnt (...); the surfaces structure of mine. ceased futile practices. my only x---mass gift; n why? ; didn't want it; don't think, self's suitable nor fitable nor matchable [t'] u. ; furtile, vain, point~~less--ness, -sense; where's it all? where the heck it hid~? transcendentalism; minim### _odernism; never in my wildest; put up [with], fed it [up] (with), despise [+ing; gerund.form], glottal+diphthong-voice fortis-aspiration. not a ____ situation; never despite self, och neu; just didn't wanna 2 meet while u could make it to be late; nor, never, neither self shall be wi+voice [fortis augmented glottal] sb like me. Don't try to decipher it. Thee would not pin any interest in it. in me neither. ze methinks, em not the rightist for ya. though I try, though I did -- no try more; too distant light[s]; further farthermore; thawt is. Hope, ur doin good; hope ur havin fun; thus that's not my part; never has been my part; am not the one you're searching high n low for; the service is perpetually un-availaby-o-accessible; never in my wildest; simply not my piece of rake-off; Ze melancholy of the very minest. don't, never had you in my intention, for I never wanted to force you to do sth I wanna do or desire n long to do; mind-conflict inner n outter; never was in my intention to break into, to steal your time, coin it on mine.; Don't pay attention; never let your dream to be ruined; dramatique? la'conique. austere; ill-compounded. not a ; not about the urge to feel so as it's all about being so. the rising tied as it never was before. no signals; i can;t hear the sirens commin; no; no; no;n o;no. bck t'bscs;;;

It's good when all's good.

I can n will more to the point am going to do so perpetually, thawt iz, call it like [your mother] you want it, be it wasting the space, trashing but I'll be creating. new posts. this is really a self-destroying phase for I've never mused to write such [oblinquent. wonder now whether sucha wordie even exists] stuff.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yv-UMJX4j2U

Fragile: Stream o'Consciousness

So many thoughts. So many thoughts indeed. Hallucinations, phantoms, unreal things happening in my mind. Reminiscences? Repercussions of the former life; nah really, I do have some echoes wandering in my ears; eternally torn apart the sacred n the mundane material earthy matters; what if I don't, nothing bad happens to them anyway, they thrive! Couldn't find myself in it; all medley; am infatuated with whom you used to be; the frame itself as I can guess, but the inner keeps misleading , conceiving me... it's sb different than before; I don;t know what n whom I wanna be, you long to be them alike; never expect, the justice will be administered in this dimension; I'm affraid though... don't want you to get wasted, it feels like you're loosing your real self in it... on the other hemisphere, there's nothing what would stop it or curb it. you already sail by the seat of your pants; I cried although I never do so and although I tried hard to supress it; something real happened to me. even though it wasn't anything augmented; feeling so rebuked, not knowing what step to take. no prank in here; all that's left are those tracks; those awesome tracks; stuck:

Moderat.

Wonder what to write, thoughts pass by so quickely. Endo, egzo, static, whoevr your personality sub type is, adjust to it. Try living with it, it's gon be lotta easier for all the elements to be compatible witch each other. Commix, Burial, let it be Torrini spiced, I wanna a netbook with an iconic logo alike. I want this and that. And whatever you can't get me at. I neither wan it, nor do I want[ed] that. Or maybe it's the pix n it's all that I'm into at?