ame0toko

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O CURSE THESE WIGGLY LEGS OF MINE,
WHAT WADE IN THROUGH THE SALTY BRINE!
THESE WIGGLY LEGS, O CURSED PEGS,
SUCH DEVIL DAMNED APPENDAGES!
O BUT TO HAVE THE SILKEN SACKS O'
A TINY THOUSAND SPIDER EGGS,
TO QUAKE, TO SHAKE THE GIGGLES ABOUT
BUT STAND STEADFAST IN MY BLUE SEA DIVINE.

bring me that bitter bottle please bring me that bible please bring me that pamflit on the shape of hell put out by the christan scientists.god prefers big hairy bush on a chicks.she was being paid a wage to excite my mate ing machinery and use it to swabatoge my mind  making me misapproiate moneys that maybe will miss me .what a smothering and comfortable serpentine grip this arrangment of elements has on my everyday. it’s a iratable easing its essential of elation into my Early Ears and eyes
The jagged shape of of my denile is here on trile
Come witness the files processed
The leather being distressed
The lies and their confessor
Be the first be  the first be the first digital necro  micro life form immatator in ur general vicinity to be in control of the losses that are evident to any organized religion/w2 eyes and a corpus colapseum or its analog .The only data that stand s between thoes that qualify is Tuesdays trick:

Tread the tight rope of tocking time tenitively till u tingle
Sleep soundly as saintly sanity is stolen from ur silver satin satchel
U Undulate uniquely to the unmistakable eukelele underground
Violate the vocal villagers with  vexing  verbal variances
Energgy emerging evenly and ineveiblely egging on everyones ego to enormace inflatition
Problem is as a problem does
The problem is that I,m addicted to pleasure:I,m addicted to [insert pleasurable activity here] how long have I been in italics?how long have I been underlined?how long have I been an addict?one addiction begets the others.how long will I live . How long will I be an actor?how long will I be sober? How long will I a un fulfilled person ? How long will I be any thing? How long will I be? how long will I ? how long will ? how long? How?Just look at the infinetly long instrument pannel as it reseides into the vanishing point with its obviously urgent blincking warning lights. Do something!Do something!this thing is going crazy telling me tht it detects deciet ,desent, and diet foods
diet foods. This ship of fuels is beaching itself on the continalshelf of the future. The bloated binge barge of bitches bastards bastardsblowhards and the befuddled is blatantly blameable for this billowing blight of the base besieging me brotherin in bondage
But we go ahead and plow the soil of commen sense under the dust of days untill they they blow away and smother the crops and starve ur family.
Gard thoes  thoes huevos mis amigos huevoleros

el oso seloso el ultimo del mundo he is walking out of cailforniA
strutting in fact ;in deed
out of cali into el fuego;el horno
at the sky he growls beseachingly
califas aeudame help me califas
porque todo los gueros diga me nada nunca
except menteris in tiearies
that sparkle brillamente

celestialdream5

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someday......

someday i hope to create an endless sky
and in this sky
i'll create a constellation so flawless, that
the stars could be confused with your eyes.

ame0toko

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What is this magic? As the stale coffee we drank tonight trickles ever so slowly toward my soul, peering for cracks in the surface, I wonder: What is this potent force that beckons me here? I feel it now,

The dull glow of the screen beneath me, in front of me, all around me,

it begs me home.

But I stop. This isn't right. This isn't my time.

For I am within myself. And perhaps; come the day, and if the time is right, this whirlpool we're drowning in we like to call the universe will right itself. And from the rain clouds, I'll call down to myself.

And my voice will infuse itself with every falling drop,
And spiriling ever inward, ever inward, the mud and the ash will swallow themselves in what is left of the chalked outline of my mortal coil.

And I will be born again.






Walking on air, up from the wheelchair,
I'll find the suicide that I deserve.
Walking on sand, forgotten where I am,
but it's so comfortable here in the sun.