found a couple pennies in my floorboards..

e11even · 09-22-2013, 09:15 PM

i didn't hafta try...howling at moons brought fourth sons
primordial thought crossed lines...crossed time with loss won.
one lost would cross some, but cross said alls done.
so resolute in inifinite uncertainty, to cross that'd be awe-some.
the jester'd reside nextdoor to false wisdom, enthralled and amused.
a false partnership befalls all who it called to be viewed.
yet they all continuously do. one grasp of a familiar opposite opposes,
yet, its probable, that the option imposes a climax more true.
but wat cryer would provide flyer bearing this heir of excuse?
I embrace what can- tastes of man, torn at ease of what is, and
if what isn't what actually is, then wat is this sham?
matrixes of woven fallices of broken majesty drenched in travesty...
blood serving a mental note though repitition of catastrophy.
we battle for all with only half of we...
not knowing the half of what half would be.
so many questions to be quested, yet we guess them.
the foolish in the cool of the unmoved students... introspection neglected.
let come what may til june scorches and december wins torches.
dismembered limb at spirit's whim, where no longer, mirrors lend portrait.
we will collectively see what we seek and all surrounding....
those devoted to unwound foundings may be ground or found drowning.

09-22-2013, 09:15 PM	#1
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	found a couple pennies in my floorboards.. i didn't hafta try...howling at moons brought fourth sons primordial thought crossed lines...crossed time with loss won. one lost would cross some, but cross said alls done. so resolute in inifinite uncertainty, to cross that'd be awe-some. the jester'd reside nextdoor to false wisdom, enthralled and amused. a false partnership befalls all who it called to be viewed. yet they all continuously do. one grasp of a familiar opposite opposes, yet, its probable, that the option imposes a climax more true. but wat cryer would provide flyer bearing this heir of excuse? I embrace what can- tastes of man, torn at ease of what is, and if what isn't what actually is, then wat is this sham? matrixes of woven fallices of broken majesty drenched in travesty... blood serving a mental note though repitition of catastrophy. we battle for all with only half of we... not knowing the half of what half would be. so many questions to be quested, yet we guess them. the foolish in the cool of the unmoved students... introspection neglected. let come what may til june scorches and december wins torches. dismembered limb at spirit's whim, where no longer, mirrors lend portrait. we will collectively see what we seek and all surrounding.... those devoted to unwound foundings may be ground or found drowning. __________________ Ahem.