circlesno one lives in union with oneself before they exit spheres contained within. we spend our lives in the future; only memories exist in the past.circles
circles are born inside thought. dreams replace the only life you knew. to follow space, within off white places, leaves you with a shallow sighted hue.
begin by chasing a flower, across eroded mountains, sprouting lives that never grew. circles are born inside of you.
sublunary worldwe're only ice sculptures on this seasonal sphere. we're built up and grow larger. we tear down and shrink smaller. an arctic wind created us by chance, and we stake claims that we own this equinox. our frozen castles tower higher than snow tipped mountains. although the seasons change, the mountains will still remain. we are not in control of this sublunary world. a few million years is but cold drops in the ocean. and when the seasons change, none of us will sustain mother nature's true reign, but the mountains will still remain.sublunary world
monarch of marrowOsculating with lament the Monarch of Marrow descends into a comatose state, isolated from her reality. A reality in which opaque windows of glass give way to panchromatic visions of ecstasy and earsplitting silence.monarch of marrow
As the anti-climactic scenes of her masterpiece unfold the angelic beau ideal of humanity's perfection spirals into a felo-de-se in an attempt to escape the affliction brought on by yet another one of her spells.
Perched upon the eroded casket buried 6 feet below the conscious mind the granite goliath collapses causing an earthquake of unheard of proportions within this child's chest.
Shockwaves of frigid emo
extra extraExtra Extra, read all about it; The funeral procession, in the orchestra pit.extra extra
Today's top story: "the music has died, Cause of death; strangulation, from an oversupply".
Extra Extra, this just in: Play your three chord requiem, on your electric violin.
Oh precious newspaper, Where is your obituary? Is it buried right beside, the musician's cemetary?
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Since When Did Our Weaknesses become stonger then Sense!
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< GunShyMartyr > PinkyMcCoversong: o hi asl plz
< PinkyMcCoversong > GunShyMartyr: ask again in a cockney accent
< GunShyMartyr > ELLO daaaahling, what's yah name then. giveus a kiss would ya love? yer eighteen roite?
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