As the fly to flypaper ribbon; i.e… I am the macro to these micro, par… of the theoretical substance beknownst to L.E. Boltzmann as th… What the chuckle, or that silence

Silence holds me as it’s prisoner my self’ inner child cries out for a complete release from solitude; does not quiet, a soul s…

It is sad to understand, how limited most humans are in the thought and the words, of the love they continually fear. Within the English language

one will plays the role carried like a dead man tomorrow, will have accomplished madness and wisdom, and a trip to hell

silence, it will be fleeting, your time or what is left; memory of your will, will slowly fade; as for bleeding,

Some petty people wear masks of beautiful skin then, the truth reveals

Neither there, nor here, nor anywhere near; this road, that street, two intersecting lines; time, as motion,

Impeccant, of non-textual matters one’s covered flesh, and hidden embrasure’ as diffusate primer

Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise

In these long nights I welcome sleep, yet I am deprived of dreaming’s please, hin… by hot thoughts and lack of comfor… strong drink and companionship; th…

with that it comes, what lies beneath it; beauty or horror, it captivates me; crawls and creeps through me,

Simpletons united; citizens’ infig… the righteous among US dying; oft… Simplicities mob, the Bourse as b… upon this societies in-servitude m… Supposition’s Asp’, asked