Sunday, August 31, 2014

ALL RIGHTS... OWNERSHIP... ONE INDIVIDUAL & ONE INDIVIDUAL ONLY... MS. BRITNEY SPEARS
She... Her Highness... enters The Chamber... overhears His soliloquy... "conceit and sarcasm, offset by  curious self-deprecation,  represent lack of confidence, fear of failure;  Therefore, One refuses any form of success,  whilst continually sabotaging the potential of achievement? aAHhem!"  her midevilWAR wagon(corpses for His Highness)--- thought-train--- flies elsewhere, cant follow the path he armours. (illustration in neo/"expressionast" fashion accompanies its preceding scene, illustration of the pop school). We,  orgyish and starving, note vagrancy straying in our hearts.
The slave freely gives,  herself,  to The Master; Whilst The Master, receiver of Blind Insolence, takes her freely--- his slave,  His Highness!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

     Reading a book even once, ruins it.  Watching a movie twice surely ruins it.   Toys can hear a song , destroy it without even listening. You (o audience please).
     mirror hymns,   song sticks out one's tongue... unafraid.    Sees feal/touch smells smells hears hears taste... ties up  pathetic adultness--- sanity... my s vale...
      semi darkn'  daze, sippin sippin. Silly iness, evil, apprehensiveness enterin Being--- b'..aaaah sunlit darkness... somehow knows... remembers
 longing- happiness... what else ? musing...
     weaponry,  purse... residing--- plays (withelf)... angelical. seas.
What's aplan but one to... DID I FUCK UP EVERYTHING? 

      Blueprints for thieves:   beneath the floor.
       All lovers beautiful, outtakes dissipate.

pictures (lustrous), go,bout youre business... U, leaves the unlit, enters enters enters... brightness, sidewalks, brightness, bldgs. ...  late, long shadows short shadows is it early... late? calendar pages fli,,, somewher
     more pictures... lets... finish up.... eventual...

Sunday, August 24, 2014

 for you... feel  create you & U,I. Realitly, your name escapes me... at this point. Yet I know it... This Game! Your face,  I know, just not your body nor what's... inside the...

     the toon, plays inside heads...  sure never heard it outside her... head.  SHit continues over and over... repeating... I'm given words--- (In Fact, actually)--- appear in her mind... don't rhyme as in most songs (everyone likes!).

     Shakes Her Head... makes a tiny (big) grouch, nose lips, & eyes. Puts in earbuds, plays something she hates. Ther, that's better! & The next piece kicks it, way hard & heavy... AWESOME... took it all in in her body's tzar fucked car, downloaded. yeah she's- fairy & what guy won't ever get her LOVE, no no not sick creeps...  mangy