every move we make
every cloud of dust slapped off of the carpenters ass
destoys the universe
to the inhabitants of it
it is THE only
it's dramatic enough to sorrow
in effigy of the forgotten
every i(dea) we create
every understanding
gives birth to the universal
sliding into fascimiles of laws of physics
begging for attention
waiting for your empty hands
the sculpter is busy
masturbating in a corner
host to the organisms through their seduction/lust
impure dishonesty
enhancing the truth with lies
more and more and more make-up for disguise
the cycle intonates into a disharmonic
style for seduction
I really enjoyed the read. I think this idea is far too common today for Americans..and really for anyone. We are seduced by so many things in this world, and have a hard time seeing what really exists behind the facade. Great read :)
