At last, I have deconstructed everything;
February 09, 2009 - delamination
of association to nothing.
This world is not much different though feels much emptier
I now lack the ability to acquire anything worth associating with;
Its not hopelessness, it is freedom-less
its not insightful, it is sight blinded by the future
What the past can't tell -you
Creation of anything new is suspended
For now, anticipated movement
Prove it; worlds not fit
words like misunderstood feelings don't
STOP in this passage, we'll examine your unclassified damage until we feel
until we feel -plain
Planes, planets! in orbit of friends unsure of where my sun has been.
I'm ahead of my time
this time, trying not to get lost
Back to ...the Fuck stops here!; Now accepting Ameros or Tears of Palin!