Perhaps It was a mistake

I usually crave for things that were supposed to be realistic.
But I’m pretty aware that at any given scenario or point it will break down hard.
It’s complacent to think about it sometimes, arguing virtual premises that leads nowhere.
The augmented scenes were plainly editable, or it was just meant to be undermined.

The ordeal of getting away from it is a pain.
Thinking of the most diplomatic way to escape.
Perhaps I’m losing my touch and those assumptions were never bleak.
Spinning resolutions, fornicated temperament, and the thoughts that doesn’t  make sense.

Oh Yeah It was definitely a Mistake……

A Complacent Choice

Time relinquish every inch of fornicated thought you could come up.
Reasons to no avail makes it more interesting in the long run.
Forever It will stay arbitrary, ironic yet it’s plausible on the minds of the few.
Another day another percentage of hope lingers on.

Hymns of theories subsides as the shadow of pride collide with the unknown.
Understanding where it will lead is like counting binary codes in a laid out sheet of treason.
Concurring the hopes of children a new.
Apparently the future has already been written down with the changes passing by.

And then you emerged like a bloom of perceived beauty.
I thought I wouldn’t find the candle of thought to light your name.
It was written up high in the book of tranquility.
A complacent choice indubitably.

Under a Shining Object

How do I pass it? I mean the relevant issues that needed to be tackled?
Out of desecrating notion it just happened.

Mouthful of Cavities

Mouthful of cavities
Your souls a bowl of jokes
And everyday you remind me
How I’m desperately in need

See, I got a lot of fiends around
And they’re peaking through nothing new
They see you
They see everything you do

See everything on the inside, out

Oh, please give me a little more
And I’ll push away those baby blues
Cause one of these days this will die
So will me and so will you

I write a letter to a friend of mine
I tell her how much I used to love watch her smile

See I haven’t seen her smile in a little while

Haven’t seen her smile in a little while

But, I know you’re laughing from the inside out
Laughin’ from the inside out
I know you’re laughing from the inside out

It was Sober.

The clouds sets foot to an unfriendly gesture. I had to carry my constituted apparels to swerve away from traffic. Hmm.. Nothings changed, I almost feel that I don’t have something left for me here. I pushed upward to that very familiar burnout bridge while someone was asking me on things that doesn’t really relate on the following thought I have at that moment.. The same old spot but nothing carried over to me. There’s only one thing that keeps pressing on my mind, to satisfy what I have come for.

Exchange of hello’s and funny commemoration in the past was behaving like an osmosis. A few good laughs that lightens the room even more. I kinda miss that part, the only compartmentalized area where I could sit back and talk about anything and no one will even try to demoralize any aspect of your life. With all the things said and done I started to mobilize. Reminded me dearly that I have to accomplish some side quests.

I was there waiting and handing over the initial ration that belongs to someone who doesn’t even know that something will be given to her.. I parried time for a while, and then she came with a ballistic aura of conversions. Another set of laughs was initiated until it lasted for quite sometime. I bet thats the only thing I could spare to that someone, a sincere parody of my experiences. It was brief, I had to start moving again.

The downward spiral was reminding me on how far its going to be before I could set things up properly. As I was nearing my objective subjective. It was Sober, I realized I started with the wrong footing and to adjust is just a waste of time. I have done it again.. Time to carefully depart on perspective..

Unix/Linux Sex

trevayne@LameSyntax~$

who grep -i “blonde” | talk; cd ~; wine; talk; touch; unzip;
touch; strip; gasp; finger; gasp; mount; fsck; more; yes; more;
less; yes; gasp; eject; unmount; make clean; zip; sleep; split; exit

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Ending Syntax
Level of Mediocrity: Bootleg == “TRUE”;

Looks Familiti..

I fear to worry and to dread with out most regret, it’s just fear.
With reverence you fear to venerate your self respect, esteem and value.
To what prize? your Vanity, vanity and more vanity?

It does not matter how alluring the face of the earth was.

It will only be so familiar after all..

pointless accusation

you used to be fading away every instance you get.

as the cosmic bliss appears you shrugged it off violently.

for once, just this once, take a deep look before you call it whimsical.

die, just die for “haven’s” sake! We don’t need you, I don’t need you.

you threw it all away, for what? for a mediocre piece of empathy you desperately endure?

but in the end, its no use after all.

In inference, a mere pointless accusation.

Fashionably Late!

Convulsing as time pass by. Emulating, anticipating glances to dodge. What am I thinking? What the hell am I doing?

Hmmm.. I think I’ll just have to delineate the precise moment that somehow crossed over from my self parodying absurdity. Again What am I thinking? What the f**k am I doing?

I’m with held by this option to prolong this retarded notion. I can see it now pixel by pixel they are starting to blossom. I wish I belong to the “Tremere Clan”. I gazed to the right and still couldn’t site a single entity. I’m about to lose my mind. When you get here don’t fret and tell me that you have nothing to say, You Had Time..Give it a rest He’s just Fashionably Late..

Noteworthy

It’s just one of those days, I have failed to notice that it opened some hole.

I was still vividly remembering it all, I bet she was acting oblivious on what happened that day.

Sometimes its just not gonna work on certain occasions, perhaps its a little bit troublesome to think about.

Notions after notions, after all the vague ideas I could come up with I still couldn’t make it work.

Ideas are spurting out like crazy but with no inferred directions to base upon. Why I do keep using She?

Who the hell is She anyway? The only thing I could think of is that, She’s just an unmasked, duplicated layer in a dialog box.

I guess I’ll just have to shift my chucks to its most comfortable position, seemingly simulating and expecting that there will be wind involved in the process.

Let’s see, She will open it up, she has to, if not then I guess thats what makes it noteworthy.