your incompetence doesnt interest me

For the nth time twas as believed as the coming out of some shitty hot celeb.
For the nth time twas magnified into the confessions of a royal paper delved within his ink.
For the nth time twas venerated in the warm sounding of that cold"i....did.." yesterday.
[although i pretty much found something like a smile creep up all while.]
For the nth time of nothingness I found somethingness.
For the nth time damnation hailed from across his world and he had let me know.
For the nth time he dwindled like an elf trapped in a matriarchal gate. A cute elf. A very cute elf.
For the nth time beneath the violet shadows i once perceived dangerous, i came to the light..no not the white light you see when youre dying..
For the nth time, I used bloody coz they told me how well you respond to such twaddles
For the nth time my dear, I bloody wouldnt have known what the Love is...
FOr the nth time . . If it bloody wasnt for you.


"Thanks for the memories" -FOB

Hushed underneath the confines of my violet ego,
through them broken soulwatchers
I've convened to live with-

The forthcoming unknown to a repenting ant,
By the delight touched and the delight who screamed!


Each moon ray's tug leads me back..
To His waiting scent I shall again be embraced to.
He stayed true.
He actually stayed.

I have wishes too you know...

the scrapes of twinkling dollars shall be knocked out of you.....


PSH. Go ahead and cry to her.

Love wasnt abolished.
It was bloody made in sheer fantasies of bloody unions.
Love wasnt reaped.
It was bloody forever sown to dwell in the abyss of VIOLET Damnation.
Love wasnt said.
It was bloody shown to every bloody forging mystery a soul could be.
Love wasnt within reach.
It was drowning in my misery when i should have killed you.
Love wasnt for me..
And it bloody damn wasnt for you.



YES..That's what Love Bloody Means.

HELD




DAMNED



In violet-ridden lips they shall evince.
[who so ever figured? awe me not. I am not.]





SEEN



DAMNED


The breath of his stone hard elves
[you carried them, didnt you? the arms that used to carry me.]


YOU ARE


DAMNED


There's not much intricacy to put up with that.
The word obviously is meant not to fade with the dust.



You get it, right? THEY WONT FADE.
BUT you...you are thrown in..

See you in dustland.

Aloft the
rather brittle wobbly trade
the merchant of the crafty breed sopped
treasures meant for the --
worms to mourn after.

The ghastly blubber of your small clock...
bashed into pieces, rocked in steady charis and laughed at by innocent Mary's at the Jerry's cherry field.
Blood on the loose, still at large.
Who's struck with guilt and vindication?
In the end of a mortal immortality?



BUT HEY IT's JUST ALL IN MY HEAD.
SLAP ME......OR BETTER NOT......FOOL.

A grim's tale I would further not resort to
Although the clearings amounting to disastrous skies
forever just and damning --
Some feebly hell strolled upon; waft they gentle pink cheeks
int his forsaken treachery.

Would not you take a breeze damn back?
In looming of a pursued adamant gold?
Withstanding its falling debris in my sack
as crippled, young but old?

Let me, as I perhaps still can--
bring you the rather brittle circus memory
my dear old sister to me she sent.
"Whether to fall with me, fall on earth or fall with them,

YOU

WILL FALL

ON YOU. "

Au revoir again.