chaotic lines

there was an exclusive date at the lawn of eternal refuse. when everything seems to blabber in lightning confusion, the only thing that make sense is the vagueness of it all. rather than visual or entertaining, we succumb to the rather narcissistic tendencies that lie hidden in the fractured psyches of our damned existence. we produce ludicrous results from premeditated insanities. yet we smile at the face of our own demise.

speaking of which.

I shadow the mortal conclusions of my upheaving mentality. currently, euphoria playing the dominion of my headbeats. there has to be a purpose to the daily life of a wide-eyed punk like, yes, yours truly.

the drumming of the heart does not lay steadfast the true heartfelt goal of moving forward to a sudden end of all things boggeyman. if my sentences themselves are painted blurs of a discerning far more complex than every living, breathing cellular leech of an emotion lay barren with the continues deliberate anecdotes of a sad poet.

thank goodness.

the gladness of being alive is more profoundly abused with these unnatural dancing in the brilliant sadness of the heart. but here lies the executive generosity of life. you dance, even in the rain.

you dance even in the rain.