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the truth is that there is no truth Here…
the understanding is a teetering brink of mess…
deep in the pocket that you were wondering about…
the device is one’s own mind to unleash over the edge…
coming back through the gateway that does not exit stage left…
behind us is the wake we have become too used to…
that dark over-looking thing that should have never been…
this is our destruction by recreation as meat struggles against…
the threshold of an external place deep inside the internal…
forces out a belaboured cry of anguish too deep to hold…
this is the last distress as the faecal remains solid to the matter…
at hand, we hold no depth that has not been desecrated…
the pulse, it takes a swift trance to render the fact…
Posted by :\_khet on January 27th, 2009 in d for Dysteleology..., personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.