nothing about the weather

One of my own. A jezebel urges to grow but instead falls out to amazing and has to deal with self disceit and lack of energetic consistently.
Left alone with this as the stench of a gash I remember, as preempted destiny.. I'm still recovery from purchasing placing and saving all those people living in the public and walking as trees so can't you see I've already lost the rector as a measure to a gender of a quiet war, and as a daily contrary, successfully I ended up as standing all the time, and all those times after the fkn world chucked us into a silenced family so overall, fate would lead, I guess, but pity we all broke and lost influentially besides the solo wolf pack I regrettably found myself in without fail, every time, after getting chucked in the deep end.

So much time wasted to only believe it's where the ruins stand, we will revolve.
I mean, it's almost an influence, fuckin far from popular encouragement. A blend is what we believe in solely foreseer to keep moving, which is almost the illusion of trend setting but fashionably, this has lacked immensely so I worry and always think about this branded riddle: we're scared - that's enough, so - Why are we all finding ourselves as individuals instead of shipmansy, cos being cool isn't what gets me but how is there so many shallow footpath rockers that walk alone like their forevermore thinking they're the best they can be.. Which does matter but how does that fuckin vibe of accentuation that that's what matters most as whole to the days of our lives and especially, the days worth living and waiting for. I just wanna say,

Look, I know your sad and you're hurt but that's not exactly the way to believe in yourself as you're the one living the day, the day don't live you. We sound quietly this unfortunately silently and confides to me, really, that we can do without - someone just for a day.. And these heights and consistory that we evolve into is in fact a passionate conjectory as the consistuency that from one person to the next, they're just waiting for them to see something that's defines worth, and ridicules to fouhf off that question floating above and asking as the next to every cunt for some typical rectification. I swear, there were people that cared there for their Soldier and as architects and holders, when I cried all of you avoided addressing the minority, which in some sense I was too busy and too well fed and on a boat, purely of my own, that's rocking and as I was tumbling to those who stopped, instead of turning to the side like your path is your full ownership that you could never- ever even begin to believe you consistently fetch whatever crosses on your way to whatever futuristic fulfillment you believe so solely and literally a premeditated automated hopefulness that's hectic to the last step, and what emotions that have you at the edge, and for the delineated conversation so brief, and somewhat thoughtless, and a cheap  lateral to your short preconceived idea to preconditions. I cried before I was always told essentially by those passed me over and over without anything but a poor kneal down, hand-on-the-shoulder, a typical degrade from eye contact and that off inch that widens by nothing ever at these points these people and I interacted but it was never actually said or brought up that unfortune. As a lack of words that could have been said, and a lump of words moulded into what was said only sat on a string by the disappointed that appeared so greatly, as a mutuality and the fear and foregone mistake of balance, they kept telling me they didn't know what to do with the world either- and just give up. Cos that's what we all believed in until I saw an ample of degratitude and a prosecution of habitual profanity that we all at home implored to either interest of brutual and sequential interaction, beings of city-goers, and the decisive splits in conversational idiosyncrasies that, we all pause to defend and also try to tred amongst and subdue to the fact: of wholesome desire, that we all religiously and consistingly are asking for some self recognition wherever they can get it. To a walk that lessens the idea to waste time as it's little to assumption this days we are walking through want to remain as evidence, as solemn and comparitive.

I won't bother with the obvious idea that there's more spendage to be done, all the time but regardless, of the strut everyone is allowed to exemplify as the judgement to no one but themselves, that they wait to feel sexy, and what they believe as the degree of acceptance and especially focus, of compliment and good feels they'd slut around for if they knew how.

Those who swoop passed me and pause for a fanatical chat and brief reminder that it's not normal to be crying abouts, and especially alone otherwise someone will stop because they feel for you, or feel sorry for you- but that these days is the same thing.

Polarisation