Heavy heat sets in under my skin. It crawls and eats with searing discomfort, plundering the sweetness of vanity I've yet to savour. The magnanimity of what that poured out from the sky... I am burning to death...

I am stew in der ar mee!!!
Sum wan hepch me tu O-R-D!!!
Eh wee day I am go ink cray zee!!!
2 mor monks but still like roo kee!!!
Stay in bung lee veeng like a coo lee!!!
46 mor days and I will be free!!!
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I guess there's no choice but to grit mi teeth...

I'm completely indifferently submerged. It's time to let my time start alone. Trip down farwards fairyland and it'll be just like beginning a waterfall kiss flitting and falling. Why don't I just take my time quickly. Watch the way my eyes taste the dense muffin wind. It's tasty sin isn't it? Lovely. I'll take my chance in the meantime and close my eyes to the sweet devil charmers. The sweet coquettish grins spewing brazen drunk uncontrolled come-hither breaths piercing the mosaic darkness with fountains of blinking glare. They would never fail for they provide the material pleasure what most are looking for. What about the bigger picture?

I'm deadly surprised of my brand new hunger. Not the ravenous skirt shredder, but the one that cocktails my horrifics and nonchalant ebullience of the wonderment of being. Breath and existence. One and all. The miracle of change supplies a new me in every second. Are you really the person that was supposed to be a thought ago? Think about it. Your senses always tells you the same thing. They don't change. But your thoughts are on a perennial journey. They don't ever stop. So it is that while you perceive your material surroundings as they always are, you have become a different person altogether through your thoughts and breath.

TRIP THE LIGHT
WHERE DEATH ROLLS ON MY MIND
COLLECT MY DEMONS
AND RAGE THEM AGAINST TIME
DO NOT TAKE MY HAND
FOR YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SCOURGED AS I
I'LL CARRY YOUR ACID WHISPERS
AND PRINT THEM ON MY LUCID DREAMS

Imagine today is a box. And yesterday is a box. And the days to come are all boxes. Your thoughts, deeds, spoken words, every responsibility, toubles and every material enitity are collected and stored into this box. We become a prisoner within each day. A life that seals up and opens up new upon the clangour of the midnight chimes.

You'll never be able to even have so much as a glance of what's in there again. Only the vestigial memories. The stone henches of your ancient achievements and failures all wrapped up in a 24 hour package. Even the individual seconds of the day are ice cubes of all your thoughts, deeds and words. Change is immutable, never ceasing. You look up into the sky and you miss a raindrop landing upon the ground. You'll never have the chance to see the frozen picture of everything happening all at once in this world of galloping time at searing speeds.

So I've come to realise the preciousness of each second. Why freeze those unhappy times when you have a choice to look beyond its guise and see them as a good way to grow in strength and faith in God. Why bother to dwell on the bad when it stifles your development. Spilled milk will evaporate. Or you can even speed it up by wiping it away. Every problem is just an opprtunity waiting to be discovered. Take your time and find the light. There will always be an exit in every cave. Or rather, an entrance that you can avoid.

I cannot see my eyes
I cannot smell my nose
I cannot hear my ears
I cannot taste my tongue

Only can I feel my emotions
And think my thoughts
Because my body's just an illusion
A temple built in your eyes

What did my eyes utter?
One hour did they bat their flutters
Did they then come to life
Upon the midst a morn contrived

How I dragged my dread
And scorned the sleeping
The thirst for bed
Swirls the hours unstopping

Whom the fault shall I throw
In place my dusty eyes?
Not any will they have contrite
But me I'll bear in sluggish might

I've finally handed my fears to the furnace and to thee i spake. Now my spangled heart rises with the stars and rests in a satiated langour. Thank you for the exchange. Nothing means more than a word uttered in familiarity. And my walk clears up towards thee.

I'm stoned-bound our foot traces will agree. What a year? What a decaded piece in time? I'm certain that one day out of that 2 will come. And of course, the 2nd is imminent.

But I'm happy there is some sort of gladness in your company now. There's no telling on heartfelt sorrows or heartfelt love. There's only just one thing in the realm of my knowledge. And this I say from the bottom of my heart, for the length of time I'll serve my time under the big cheese, my presence will be ever ready to forego priorities under your name.

The sky's loom clouds over
The world's forehead bends
And the fisting gales rages through
And ropes in the hailing tides
There's a perfect weather for me

Everything blocks out the memories of time and my quivers just act out their spontaneous evolution to end. It's gonna be all right i guess. Cos the storm now in its tempestuous stage wizards a most horrifying string of thoughts in my brain and I can't renounce them. And it will end soon enough. I've walked this stretch round my life and have gained good enough knowledge that this will begin with a good ending.

And it's good. My trials got me good with a huge dosage of patience stuffing me up. I'm better now and ever will be. But now to dare, I dare not dare. The raging in my head swirls and surges, and batters my longing beater. And the gushing urge to bare my barest dear to me is swinging out of control now. Once the jingle dwindles, the serenity will come and drape its dribble upon my frame and I'll just close my batters with sweet peacefulness shot through my veins.

That day will only come in 2 ways.

Howls! Howls you? Arve bin stinkin around fur quite sum thumbs now. Trance out a biddie bit wiggly squiggles and I must say tis' a spankin new thangalingaling fur my doodles. Aight now. Arve just weetle left of thumbs ta goo and fig your'd that mee bee ard press a few mua bootens n skoot out arf ere before ma geetar chums boot me ass! Lata!