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You want this?

I want this?

all so unclear.....

I knew oceans of blood would be the path,

but i never saw the aerial bombardment coming.

And forests of pleomorphic foliage are

all i see- why? why? why?





Placitory palavering is always this foam,

this worthless fucking foam,

but i sleep in it.

Its in the veins of my neck and the marrow in

my bones.




Loquaciousness is not my way,

but for me to achieve the plenal state,

you must understand this jet plane

is tabescent.






Can't sincerity abound?

I've nothing but an empty soul and

a yearning.

hunger.

for reciprocated benevolence.

That is what matters now.

I love you, but i feel Danu.

fearing The Lost Pleiad.