undesign

"Dreams must keep within their own realm," her crayon eyes once spoke to me as I debated the urge to caress her artistry. I was warned about the dangers of man-made gods, but the temptation of laboring fruits yielded a will for blurred lines. Impossibility; I knew that demon well. Even if made true, me in my decaying flesh, she in her liquid rainbow... She could be laughing at my loneliness during invisible moments. Or is that my void seizing my voice? The lust for transcendence adrifts above desire's pictures portraying gazes unto a moon undecided if it's velvet or technicolor. Lack of better options surely root cause. Sometimes, I request the abolishing of envelopes, but her stationary prose exclaimed more wisdom than did my wasted air. How could such warmth be so cold and remain pure? As I give birth to another sigh, my realm calls out for continuance. My sole option obliges.

disaphere

And what becomes of the silence that deafens the ears? The ambiguity that beckons deja vu? A feint cry from the depths of ice. The chronophobic sightwaves adrift and humored. Hollowed, the punchline whispered invisibly. Grain is a grain is a grain distorting the thousand yard stare. Monotone journey, from beginning to reset. View's better blinded. Then the sunrise brings a carrot.

altersource

"Life is over when you start doing..."

...twenty circus clowns in a Mini-Cooper for food stamps while a bearded lady with a webcam and a midget who dressed as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to be a cowboy or a leprechaun provide play-by-play for their YouTube channel subscribers. As you express your amazement that the car isn't the only small thing they can fit so much into, an elephant on a trapeze swings by, picks up the Mini-Cooper and slings in inside a jumbo cannon. The cannon fires the vehicle so high up in the air, one of the clowns questions if this qualifies them for the Mile High Club.

Or life could be over when you can write the above paragraph without the need of controlled substances.

errway

The opinionated sophomore jinx. Laid out for scrutiny, unless the premiere conjured a plan of self-sabotage. One mission successful. Still, the hopeful refuses to hold breath. No blame found for this. So many ways vocabulary can compliment wisdom behind content voided. And there it was.

here's a dumb way to start a blog

First.