SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
And angry I be.
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I am famously furious
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SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
I am famously extravagant
And that's what I am really am sometimes.
My sparseness and precision, when they come ...
Are pretty much strangers nowadays.
And that's what I am really am sometimes.
My sparseness and precision, when they come ...
Are pretty much strangers nowadays.
SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
Can mockery be construed as sincerity?
Can a joke just escape with a gasp?
Can a joke just escape with a gasp?
SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
BUT WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT ANYWAY
When the word speaks only to one, as it must.
One by one by one.
Word moves.
When the word speaks only to one, as it must.
One by one by one.
Word moves.
SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
This is a poem for a strange space,
An in-between.
Temporality is existence.
Tell me again: what is your time?
An in-between.
Temporality is existence.
Tell me again: what is your time?
SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
Can you even hear me?
Or is it always one or the other to you?
Can I be so dreadfullly sincere and yet
still
knowing?
Or is it always one or the other to you?
Can I be so dreadfullly sincere and yet
still
knowing?
SilentBtViolent
Rape Ape
Can a shape retain integrity through time?
Or is everything always so temporal, that it eventually must be internally inconsistent.
This thread has no greater meaning. That is a fact: this is where decadence and realism and pragmatism just smash together
at the speed of light
squeezing and squeezing and squeezing
the love out
the light out
the peace out
the essential essence that must exist. Too much heart is otherwise wasted.
Because heart, it is. You know it.
Or is everything always so temporal, that it eventually must be internally inconsistent.
This thread has no greater meaning. That is a fact: this is where decadence and realism and pragmatism just smash together
at the speed of light
squeezing and squeezing and squeezing
the love out
the light out
the peace out
the essential essence that must exist. Too much heart is otherwise wasted.
Because heart, it is. You know it.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
wh are u so angyr 