wonkothesane11

Tend to the Verdure w/Honesty and Lucidity.
But, take care when spying upon Finity
This hope is visceral, yet delicate.

I fell across the years
Laughably unaware
and mainly by mistake
I rose, I rose, I rose
piously derisive
cynically blind
seeing only shades of
black and white

Though I feel distorted, like no lens can make clear these lines. I bow my head, I dip my hand, I drink again.

Dawn spills her light across my face. Fills me with the wonder, fills me with the hope. Wistful as it curls around my fingers, I spasm as it coils up my spine. It permeates a chamber, once thought better left unentered.

Bold...
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Allusions have been given to the source of this light unknown. Giving birth to piety, nursing the ego.

My feet lifted and then my legs then my torso. My shoulders and head stayed on the bed. I was terrified, I didnt feel afraid in the emotional sense, but I had the knowledge that I was afraid. I felt a firm, painless tugging toward the figure in the doorway. I saw my body rising upward and realized the tugging was not on my body,...
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Memory: life support for moments; preserving their resplendence, subtlety and horror.

Deify Intuition as if its ever-guiding us, shepherding us unto our glorious destinies.

Regiments of rain dropped from the sky. They were scattered about by the force of impact on the rooftop. They followed gravity, the point of reference, moving southward, regrouping in the gutter. They moved as one, snaking down the spout. They found there way across the asphalt, to the grass - where they were to carry out their objectives.
I lay in bed, tossing and...
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A rare earthbound goddess passed. I sped after her in testicular overdrive; trying to find the words that would persuade her to let down her guard, to share with me her thoughts; as if I were her own awareness. The words that would allow me the opportunity to let her hips know the fury and intensity of my desire. I stopped, disenchanted, painfully aware I...
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earlier...i was thinking...this is its product...or am i it's product? I think my sympathetic nervous system has developed a consciousness... I have the ability to view its thoughts and emotions - simultaneously subjectively and objectively. I don't have control over this ability... Sometimes I can experience its thoughts and emotions and sometimes I can't. I can't explain it. I don't think it has control over...
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