Cornerstone

you say why work when pleasure and carrot is what men really want, and woman too: of gold and glitter, the asses bray loudly when it becomes quite clear their intent is not received well, they chase a hard road when the party goers

to claim submission, to defy what is plain but money can change the story telling as long as we both seal our lips and this is machiavelli wearing roses, with a poisoned dagger aimed towards the heart of the unsuspecting crowd

i too asked the lord, of flesh, or ephemeral or spite, or holiness do i care? when i am hard pressed to find meaning in this bizarre world?

to be in utopia, to be without consequences - what does that really mean? a douchebag that feels not, sees not, hears not because the destination is reached. be without repercussions

water flows in, or liquid does it really matter? the jester smiles at the naive sheep

Saline, saltish and the purity causes a headache of some sorts, I want to protest, have to because this is not me, I want to be salt like and another me, still me wants pure water, purity like snowflake untainted, white, the last of that kind, I want unicorn and ponies still

Slow, very slowly it is so very slow it might never ever happened, but it did, the ghost touched me again, again the shivers, then it subsided and I was not sure if it was just chills, and then the crawling, the icy dots splattered on the spine, the lungs suddenly has been drained off air

Loops, more loops and the desert is hot, oasis are not found, just mirages and the wanderer is beginning to feel the touch the death, seductive, it is easy to go on in endless loops, stationary, on going, it matters not, no matter how fast or slow, the same scene repeats, does not change for it is again a repeat, albeit slightly