PsYchoFunky

"The apparent genocide of my eye."

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Mood: Is anxious with a tad of anxiety

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Wasted Text Wasted Breath

Read This!! Are you ahead in your life? Do you want to go farther? Do you want to meet hot alien babes thousands of light years away? Do you want to re collaborate your reality? Do you want to stop all of your addictions? Do you have the time? Well, if you can say yes to any one of these questions then you can change your life for the fraction of the cost it would take to eat a meal at McDonalds for 25 years. Hell you could travel to the moon and back, and play with the monsters that dwell inside your head, and swim in your subconscious of the everlasting light that is surrounded with the darkness that is the void in the heart that pumps the soiled bucket of dirt across the land in the foreshadow of the doubt that is not recognized by what you have said, or done in the past. Can you feel the force of the energy that is under varied by the way the horizontal comes to the section of the fork in the road where the turn of truth, and lies come into contact with everything, and has an adverse effect on every life that stands out ahead then gets swept behind in the ground of alternative delight.

Atoms Collide

I'm ready to bring the world to its knees, I'm ready for the universe to bleed. Climbing up the mountain of uncertainty, believing the past will last. The stars have falling, shattered like glass. It's time to throw it all together, buckle under the pressure like leather, a snake in the grass, it hits you in the ass. Across the voyages of the sea, screaming to the trees. Atoms explode they collide, invisible to the naked eye. As fast as a flash, Bringing it back from the past, the unspoken cast, end of history at last.

Giving in to Existence

Time is a paradox; I have another message to send. it all starts from the end and begins again. It is time to understand, what the lessons have planned. Unknowing future set, but you have not lived it yet. Over and over again, seeking the closer, you cannot find, the memories they swim around, deep inside your mind. Existing in the past, living in the present, looking to the future, giving in to existence. Looking through the grass, the present it outlasts. Living in a paradox, that is your thoughts, coming closer to enlightenment, breaking the glass, that smacks you in your ass. It all comes undone, and that ruins all the fun.