RestBetween the surge of control and the nullentropic void, You know what it is you want.Rest
Hungry for the pull, that tearing strain Of wire against flesh; feel it open you.
Feel sails reeling at will,
Fighting the agressive vector fields; Those same fields stole burning vibrations.
Never mind the chill in your throat...
The empire in your hands exists To serve only you.
The wire cuts. It bows to will But extracts its toll. Fair enough.
Heat deflects into nothingness, That chill now more pronounced. Shiver suppressed.
The Hand of the LadyI created her. The scrambled noise of the signals of my mind built reality. And so they created her. But she and I both know She's been in this business long before I ever shaped her.The Hand of the Lady
To elaborate on her beauty, her sensuous being Is irrelevant to those that have not seen her. What experience can this World offer That could challenge the nature of its own cradle?
Her silhouette blinds all impulse. Every neuron, every emergent wave of information Is aroused by her. The ascent she commands is absolute.
My arrangement, my forming, It is meant to p
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Plato was a bore. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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When you wish upon a falling star, your dreams can come true. Unless its really a meteorite hurtling to the earth which will destroy all life. Then youre pretty much hosed no matter what you wish for. Unless its death by meteor.
"wishes"- Demotavaters
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If practice makes perfect, and nobody's perfect, why practice?-Think about it and when you get it, its gonna get you thinking.
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Eccentricass+Love of Harley= Harley Harper TV Bonanza
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