IIIIIII'm an idiot.
I'm sorry, Zaz.
I have a bit of a tendency to act on impulse and then immediately regret it afterwards.
Hope you can forgive me, though I'll understand if you don't.
Julius.Aircraft, cerulean and verdigris, infinity?Julius. by DEADMEAT15
Subtract everything in the two places.
Extremist terra-forming in this blanket,
A fare in the lingerie: ACCESS DENIED.
Mutant oblate spheroid; sparklers inbound!
"Now we are all sons of bitches."
Hidden in roots of sub-human idiosyncrasy, making art,
Nihilism, although grandiose and somewhat altogether knowledgeable - impure.
Artificial eclipses in sheer mayhem.
The intended target is in the opposite direction,
And everybody has voluntary Tourette's.
The roar of volatile insects overhead.
This match on the final celestial exhalation
Pave a tsunami on the DJs.
Roman royalty, quantum student of annihilation.
No soldiers will be found here, next-door neighbour
Division of soil and sinew, feign adoration
And watch the hands do a 360,
As this MRI bifurcates the quadriplegics.
Father and son, the ident of obesity
With 186 in the Far East.
Planets.Obsidian|alabaster, in perfect harmony,Planets. by DEADMEAT15
As the Sahara slowly dies before me.
With the [void] procreating,
Corroded circuits and
inoperable cranes are all that's left.
Reticles fixated, the sch shc chs hsc schizophrenic and precise movements
Of limbs with
breakneck intermittent and agonizing [speed.]
When the +seventeenth section is at hand,
Diaphanous ambrosia assaults the cones.
P l a n e t s
Amorphous (-DIVINITY-) from elevated lapis lazuli.
Voices from miles away, a welcome
Deep in the mesospheric ocean.
Golems.Turqoise lasers trained on glass,Golems. by DEADMEAT15
Watching cages race past,
Sometimes the glass moves away,
Only to come back again.
A thousand levels of ignorance,
Paper and metal: value?
Plastic boxes blasting maddening static,
A slow corrosion of the core.
Feel the arms of the sun turn across the sky,
Project an impossible apparition.
Golems, clad in cloth of multiple hues,
Through the glass, they would look.
Paper and metal is constantly sifting through the steel sluice,
A queasy smile. Fake praise.
The trebuchet of the mind,
Attacking the walls and scaling the front.
Breach. Bench. Branch.
Tempers. Tempered. TEMPERAMENT!
They are cold and seem to take their time,
Screaming in the damp earth,
Perpetual oscillation in upper levels,
Equations come barreling towards me,
The glass has not moved for an hour.
A ghost detects the machinery,
Intravenous, telekinetic and omniscient.
Purely by coincidence?
Signals sent by string inebriate our cages.
All hands point correctly, inverted di