Mistaken for Dialog

"DUDE THATS ALL FUCKED UP, WHY DID YOU FUCK UP LIKE THAT?!"

"Look, I didn't mean too, things happen to people, itll be fine"

"BUT ITS LIKE ALL FUCKED UP WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GUNNA DO"

"We are going to take things one at a time until we slip into the eternal world of being forgotten
by everything, where both your greatest achievements and lowliest mistakes dissipate
to nothingness forever."

post modern verse

"Fuck you up so thats why the man's UP, ALL, mess!"

"Look, I did not mean it is okay itll, happen to people."

"We're gonna do but fuck, its all so fucked"

"We are forgotten, to fall into the eternal world, we are trying to take things one at a time
Both your greatest achievement and lowliest of all the mistakes consumption
Free forever. "

Grounded Allies

putting up the walls around here
to think that its separate
is undone
when you notice the ground beneath it
holds both sides the same

post modern verse

Build a wall around here
I think that the other
Cancel
You will notice that the ground beneath,
The same holds for both

If it is held correctly

pure form restraint
make it unable too
be let go to fast
so that it does not
run out to quick

post modern verse

Pure form of restraint
It can not be
Letting go faster
It is unlikely that
Easy Out

All experience is dictated though the brain

Its hard to believe that what you believe
is a believable because have believed it to be

post modern verse

Can you believe it hard to believe
I can not believe that it is considered

The Minimal Approach

I wanted to approach it as a friend
not with my paternal hunt
but as light as I want it to be
how can i refute the loss of
brightness

post modern verse

I wanted to approach you as a friend
My paternal rather than hunting
However, as the light that I want to be
How i can refute the loss of
Brightness

What's going on here

Don't expect to see it clearly
it was never meant to be defined

What makes desires undesirable

soft flowers much not unlike
a white cake that is warm
the hard part of touching
it, is feeling it can
never be so unspoiled again

post modern verse

Unlike much of the soft and the flowers
Warm white cake
The difficult part of the touch
It is felt that it
So again, it is not pristine