I’m gonna show you the wonders of the world even
if you’re blind I’ll create them for you in words or sensations. – touches. Get
you out of the bed of stuck presents and fortified pasts eventhough you don’t
need saviour I’m gonna uproot you. While we aren’t happening we indeed are
happening we happened even in the fog of the tumbling kisses on the lips of the
other while I’m courageously trying to poison you by thinking about you hard
enough I can’t let go for this is natrium and chloride – again. A battle of not
yet occured lust that unravels with each utterance the present shivers on
behalf of your loyal past – that unfortunately is enacted in the presence. And
it doesn’t disrespect your ontological loyalty for this is natrium and chloride
– no other way of expressing the poetic cliché of chemistry for some things are
true and objectivity I’ve now known. We both know the painful truth that
potentially might tear everything apart from the onset we’re combined in a
setting of impossibility – becomes possible natrium and chloride. Right now
you’re zoned out inside of the rock you’ve stood fearlessly on – it’s not like
anyone’s been lead on it’s the force of the meaning of the entire universe. And
as the ache leads me to ideas of disasters I couldn’t care less for thirst is
extinguished by water and you are humid drops of painful ice – sensational and
fucking nice.
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