| Atlas. The Titan. |


to my former self -i.to my former self -
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and start over.
ii.
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape. my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love. recognize, but never accept. i want your filthy and bruised hope on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much do you love your world. eyes screaming alive over and over again. you can do better &nb


fallen.Rivulets of ivory green, dripping up while sliding and whooping. As a cacophony of cackling squeals is reverberating in filthy, close-spaced ear drums and making them painstakingly contract and release and crack shut as they reluctantly shy away from their squinted fears, musty verse is scrumptiously repeated and strung while tiny somethings play joyously and methodically in the ground floor of above. Whimpering streams of rhyme flow roughly through the overtly pallid leaves and make them sway and bow multiple times, almost religiously when suddenly, songs and wails sourly sigh, murmur, and blow life and ridicule onto the thin world. &nbfallen.
| Art is Life. |
| between the creation of n o n s e n s i c a l lines consisting of nothing but the ink within a ballpoint pen and randomized natural thoughts from a wary and ridiculous mind f a l l i n g onto paper or a passion for meaningful music with sudden, penetrating screams and the simple smiles and ludicrous perks of life, there is an entity created. that would be me. call me shimmy. |
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Imagination Is more Important Than Knowledge ..
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i can't explain myself, i'm afraid, sir, because i'm not myself, you see.
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Oh GAWD! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would've
taken rope escape lessons more seriously!!
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i can't explain myself, i'm afraid, sir, because i'm not myself, you see.
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