Exploring a labyrinth of thought. Drawings, poetry, and goodies as my heart goes bang bang. Creative Commons License
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~Thou art an ideal

never known the real~

prayers to a god, too smooth to grip the words

wrestling on the earth.

Festering restless girth.

The men of the realm

talk to much.

identity is not a crutch.

push to shove,

it is crushed,

known not enough.

digging for a deeper love,

to face the sun.

No hand in glove.

just the coos of a dove

drive my mind to

self love.

Still searching.

Still lurking.

Stillness lurking.

Nestled restless.

Fettered crests.

Nuzzled bests.

Hear the rest.

Parked chests.

Slit wings,

cut ideals,

smut congealed.

Crust appealed.

Drunken slick.

Banking slacked.

Under attack,

never going back.

Who wrote this for me.

Who wrote this for me.

Watercolor, I was angry. Whoopsie.

Watercolor, I was angry. Whoopsie.

okcupid more like OKSTUPID

Is it really economy

is there really an exchange of goods and services, a demand for better and more effectual technology. Or is it just run by greed. ugh.

contemplating dating, is it even worth it.

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