drifting rafts
#adulttheme #beyourself #fantastic #inconformism #Occam razor's
I had decided not to live with her, although I loved the girl Such nostalgia, alcoholism, even if the chest tightens past 17 years We danced until the temperana afternoon became wet daw...
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Such bliss such amazing honor Such sentiment, it is too much Narcotics anonymous, picked, a tra… My narcotics were not anonymous Cocaine, mdma alcohol after its an…
Recurrent idea, pan-sexuality, That nightlong stole her male That nightlong stole his female That nightlong stole our above all… And we, persisting in a cold slumb…
I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,
What’s the drive keeping me on, While continuing to ignore when I… Deaf to my desires, blind to evide… Stance after stance not knowing ho… Move void of choreography
Loved and lost, it was a farewell, On the large backseat of my car Where our passion has gone too far I softly kissed her face and lips Knowing it was only a dream
Oh you, who are more And you say that I talk too much, I am amoral and I speak of solitu… From the result, Nacl +, life the… Base of nothing and everything els…
Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…
It is a morning fuckarou Dissipating waves/particles Dissipating waves/particles Persistent don’t dare to/do Persistent inconsistent.
I rather not smoke for obvious rea… One’s change in response of eviden… And the rat goes insensate underwa… With the nerves flourishing at nig… The vision fierce with expression…
My secret is not such My secret is not as much. The key for the unintelligible is… My head is a sort of hoarder attic… Smells of decay without friends
It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.
The void cannot be full of blood Arms and hands, legs and heads. The head is full of electric storm… We wish our foes to be beheaded. Colours fill the extensive world o…
Who am I? No sono nessuno. Although I were teached to write Instigated to enhance my might Told it was a lost cause not to fi…