too abstract to apply
wiley...to the point of providing his own deception and alibi. High off the unbalanced pride and answering the why,with the why nots. Gutter opulence of the should have been prominence stopped short again by the neglectfulness of common sense.
he prolly forgot to roll when he copped, propped up on that mischievous libido...of his myth, his hero, and the battle with his own ego. Fed on the breath of the lotus eater, he been there~done that, but fell asleep on the cusp of actually seeing it through
a problem with honesty, an anomaly even amongst the crew motley with oddities. Reigns in the tropic of stanza, where the ranchers provide answers in the form of dementia wrapped in banter.
he speaks with a sarcastic respect to serenity,while secretly defending its spirit til his death. he despises hypocrisy while privately aligning contradiction to the hallowed trade winds of seemingly bad timing, vulcanized in the frenzied rendezvous of multiple choose your own adventures replacing their own blown fuses.
babble addict fat on his own tragedy, magickly spun on the manic energy of the standard tantra of push panic button candidly. Riding tandem with peace and tantrum staring too long at the sun,singing anthems. blind from foresight without an after thought, the genius who defeated reason is stuck stupid with his treasonous meaninglessness
back to the basics of invoking an angst to combat time~ and then to waste it, to combat truth~but not to face it, to drink from the cup~and remain utterly tasteless...this is the will and testament of a blessing regressed to pestilence, the last step left shy of a moderately muddied mathematics too abstract to apply. its the remnants of a greatness too complacent to stick to its own cadence, and too impatient to understand its own statement
i stand at the edge of epiphany and briskly pay it back knowing full well i have not deferred my loans properly. i stand alone moping outside of the boundary i alone imposed,kicking stones. i know the secrets,and answers to questions no one sees fit to pose, and reap the meager rewards of a pensiveness halfassedly composed.
felt free to fraud his own ballsy approach to ownership... he fell running, but fell again stuck in the denial of his own punishment. Love letters wrote to despondency promptly discharged, dishonorably, stamped with...return to sender, not so tenderly