must be happening — painfully fathoming new continuity + fresh maturity out the dark starring new folds of a budding spiritual struggle & friday night sadness positively overwhelming
“Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.”
Henry Ford
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as never before saga continues w/ an ultimatum of self faced fathomed function’d unto some mantra of accordance to be featured via story here/now coming together
see babe,,, (sigh) been daytrippin’ (nighttrippin’ too) nah not how you’re thinkin’ but def str8 slipping round the clock from beta-version test-script o high-flying standards i’ve (unwittingly?) (unskillfully?) (prematurely?) precisely set for self & successfully smash-hitt’d into my face like cream-puff pie that gone pow (sound effects:) ‘y-owch’ / 'yum’
quite glum because of it
good news b work 2 do & since no having cake'n'mackin’ too, losing the turkish D. line drawn drawing guns & already being back 2 back w/ the doppelganger foe that been cliffhanging my soul, bout time to rep my stand pace face-off spin rounds that fire true in a once and for all kinda way (4 some reason seeing more clearly continuous-like now & into the 'how come’ that ever-since been behind the fall —
1. quest for self-perfection (aka denying fabric of finely balanced life) 2. fissures in the levy add up (self-esteem = fragile thing til suddenly CRUSH’D (stomp’d gusher b i)) 3. general life ∞ love confusion spun-out beyond control (direct result of street-living as the Wild Things do? perhaps boo)
any-hoo suddenly appears to me all 3 quite simply, the result of mind heart spirit, unaligned — a moral dilemma to crack skillet school like skrillex (anon, too) (tom. soon) til then working @ hyperloop-swinging a tight confine —
Morgul-blades, also called “Morgul-knives”, were magical and poisonous daggers that were used by the Ringwraiths during the Third Age. After having tasted flesh, the dagger breaks, leaving a shard of the blade in its victim. The remaining blade soon turns to dust, and the shard works its way through the body to the heart. If the shard of the blade stays in the victim for too long, the victim becomes a wraith.
“A mountain never seems to have the need to speak — A look that shares, So many seek…”
RHCP
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that’s right — life ∞ love — something once shared so nearly forgot and tho we got lost caught a breath in between bud opened spread wings & relationship swing