Saturday, June 25, 2016

There's a difference between internet poetry and real poetry now. Even the books used to be different with tripe (w)/Q-ordmanship you can read.

I remember how beautiful the three spins with a smear spring coiled around with two. And how clear it was to me, and it twirled around as one, so slow was it but how it moved... Bold

Blogspot owns shard.

How far can shard get you high?

There is such things as the perfect moment.

Tuesday used to be longer

Perfect sentences to finish a post off.*

The pro's of shard kingdom, what you know, see the person as a speed.. Buying it off the right guy.
The vibes you can portray as a shard fanatic.. I love it when..

Robots are bullshit

Thursday, June 23, 2016

The moment it was scary that you realise how good your country is running the country. Where does hell break loose next? That's the moment where you're unsure.

Are these saving?




Writing about the perfect moment doesn't exist. Science exists and words cannot suffice.
you can put hot pipes on the envelope windows you can see your name in without the pipe getting stuck to the thing.
Did the pipe destroy the window plastic or did the window
don't think about your statuses too much that you make on facebook, it's a horrific, and it's cos you're spending your time on sitting there just for a second and facebook can see. ‪#‎TheHorrorsandshocksitmighthappen‬‪#‎illuminati‬ ‪#‎buyingofffacebook‬ ‪#‎costhemoretimeyouspend‬‪#‎themoreyouloveit‬
the short trip between spending your time you spend and the illusion that you actually feel worth it and your surroundings are there devoted to your being, all at once. [This feels like spending your time, and they're buyin']
forgetting because i'm on the computer

this is one of the many ways of reason i've seen, what a different way to say it. This is one of the many ways you can see the Either, i mean either where we aren't looking, what's the angles? where they can't see can't literally see with their eyes like a black block in their vision"" like a  like a flattened pane spread out, soaring.

liking the stats up and down with liking the weeds against the shard. in society and beyond the scenes into the bedroom.

NOTE: THIS IS FOR GOOD
That there is one thought and one imagination eluding as it a bubble somewhere, one of reality, friendship trees (no loop) and


Internet is speed, writing on the internet. BUY speed accelerators in the atmospheric network that's covering the globe"

Why would there be other stuff in a drink bottle? Humour 1-10 ways to contaminate put in little things that could be lurking in a water bottle [that's been sitting there for two days]
What these would look like, little worlds snapshots of a square of brief snap shots of like e.g smaller people.




put the e.g so it's easy , what can you lose in this world?

remember becoming poetic. Chasing back Sundays. Throwback Thursdays. Chuck me behind you. (<- Porn>


Old school what does 
Why would What these How does they? How can they does? Can they do that again? Can they say that again?

Monday, June 20, 2016

I talk on my phone like I'm on weed on the time. That's seeking they say.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Train move go my phones so slow

Carrying a fuckin printer all aboard Melbourne's public train system. By garmed and alone, there's a little and the less is what is misplaced and rankeed like a snatch pulled from any grip let alone my own. Here up and posted on this metal banded seat, a cold arse spells out literally cold. Nevermind the fade out, from a blend the heights are risen and reason.The reason we all look out in front of ourselves, and sometimes it's called the rambling mirage. Sympathetic for passers by and how not they're sit revoke the take back as if it were gambling cold asses and temperature. What a shrougle estimation we have to sacrifice sometimes. Sometimes. Metaphors are a funny thing.

And a perspective can always beak all idle ramification less this could close yet though.. This need what may be. So it says and seems, dealing with this as an illness maybe enough to feed ourselves for a moment.