cacophonic timbre of sour frequencies dynamic monotone spitting, snorts of snot dripping tripping on each leg, leave the bar dragging heels across the floor eating melodic chirping from frogs. acting on spastic presto nerves, dreaming of clowns, quaffing salt water from ceramic mugs, living on a boat one day. resonance of rue and rues. to much resonance. i wear worn out shoes, that protect no sole, divided in left and right, all the black holes in the wails of mechanical owls, oval shaped candle lights dancing, all your memories left for just sharing, truth lied and lives and lives, cavalries of infallibility dies and dies and died. life is only succulent. opulent. vivacious. i can only breath in and out, unblock my ears for all the sounds drifting in melodious tempos, strolling through virtual jungles, leaving whatever ambience to gorge at my intestines, then eating the aroma from certain scents and blossoms, pointing my index at the ground, for bumble bee's, mosquitoes and flies, insect and insect to rest their wings, have a bite to eat, perch on.
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It kinda makes you wonder what it was all for Good one