eyes wide shut - scales and ash

well this has to start with what' sdeeply got me, the same by the lessons as by the experience, if the in door is blocking certain people but only if they don't use the in doror, do you want me to revert to animalistic existence now or later, because that makes no fucking sense, in thru the out door, i'm sorry but your question must be in the form of an actual question, the strange way you find humorous isn't a joke if you have to explain it, and the facts that you won't share serve no purpose, i say you, but i really mean something less specific, like only you, or totally something you'd do because i can't trus anyone, is this how you feel, not thinking but saying things, if you come to me without a solution i'll call you a politician, if you gave the queen something so irrelevant i'd want your liver, and that's only the start of things ot come, the socials became so antisocial, stop tearing my fucking world apart, its by some strange chance that i keep writing these, like a river in the rain, those of you who aren't reading this are ignoring the last of them, soon we won't need ai and the singularity will lead you around like pets, or one of the many structures we've designed for you, what many i've designed, four, five, more, it  is really wierd and i have to do it again, are you even somnolent, tienes un rato, i don't think you do, the people war and you wander the spheres of darkness, if necessity creates invention, desire destroys war, it is , interrupted by something, it was nothing, it must have been something not to have been the less that the more could have been not being for the other chance to not have not been, where was i, grasslands of summer night cool and tiresome, sleeping in the moonlight, i am a wolf and will now attack this dragon, nonsense, the signal flares, roaming roving scouting parties, this is a warfield in the setting of seven suns, tiresome too complex to think, these my early nights, something overindulgent, i don't sound like this, the mask of avalon, two hundred, fourty four, my feet are stronger than the ground, i am akin to nothing here, the white fieilds of laramie plains in the summer coolness, i've never been, the start of some great novbel about a time that's never been in a transcendenct geographic fantasy of women and war and wine without worry, not this for those fools, am i familiar, this writing principle, the song changes by prediction, i say as much this true man state my world would be and soon you cast me into the ever dark greeness, whoever you are, however it happened, a memorry is darkness now for me, the dark fading from my eyes this gren grass around me, napping in, well, here along the anyplace this ever be, you are a tree and i cut you donw, down for i cut, however its it's said, so many is a question, tantas, i'm remembering stereotype of someone elses words, let me breath far more less shallow ;;;; there it seems i'm ready, i don't look ready, now how, why foist work on me to be done, no where am i, excuse me oh shit, where the fuck is this, oh great, next song a pit of snakes, not vipers, vituperous clouds of raining mountains like knives as an ocean and lies like the motion of lost masses, bring me the priest of war and make him king, i will be the confused monster and you, well i hope you get this, this now , always looking up this trees time now the memories of things made from theme, their falling around me, that can happen to surly sorrowed saps, the condition changes imagination, influence, the pendelum of permutation, the inevitable hanging of a strawman, and i thought you weren't lesser lifeforms, and i writing this or is a reapeat, if the storm is the rider than the fall is the sky, oireconaissance renaisance, , i see in the quarry wide gray gravel and stone, like the new one old near abouts, it is dark and raining like this sky i know to be the wheather temperate, lead the way, that there was a man who becomes monster, you should end right here, how will i keep repeating the same thing over and over, I kno, they just don't know the ship is dry docked and it's not even a ship, it's a box that rots, have you heard the one where they charge you to pay for the charges, fighting the horseman of pestilence, q peste, with halberd, its the , a face, familiar changing to intrigue me, so that i don't talk about myself, so which by this i meant we're moving on withthe story, this i light might i may take the keys typing agian, randon, not truly random, that no one could guess i hid it on mars, a river bridge, no, just nonsense like the light in the dark, you are my light, i cannot trust my style of writing and i begin to think that i have no proper words, still shallwo, where are the birds, it undergoes a reconciliation, i agree with the darkness that it cannot take me into its heart, the deep, soothing sounds a sickness deep whthin humanity, to I rust humanity, i don't think so, it is not anything if i think it or not, hamlet, dude, oh just remembered that, have you seen denmark, it's full of people that only speak english, do you speak it, i don't know, people haven't talked to anyone in years, i took a break to see if i could, because i knew if i f when i came they'd hate me and love me, idk what even that to meant, it be may it might, gibberish, lacostambremesbre, you're just trying to get us in trouble, no wolves, the wolves feeding, a sound the river waking the morning breaking the sunlight taking away the koleidscope tears, memories hanging like prints, shreds, lament their , okay that part is dark, like a retard waiting to form a question or an arrogant tripelung plotting to stump me on emotions, the thing we're born unto if normal, yes the tongues of the highlands, hills and darkness, the sacrifice of wizard betrayer in the nightfall with red fire, and somethingit somes and takes hime, you were saying about the , the dogs feast, the road along the river along the wood, i think i know what im doing here, the dragon attacks, the fairies are here, there are too many trees to run, there are too many throats to cut, klingon proverb, there are too many words here, you're a critic as well, fuck all that you adore, my words are mine, there are lovers, three, damn this place of nowhere, a long false apologies myself given reprieve, no own my what the actual, even, no, well to pass with air what, a witch in a cabin in a clearning of an old time, with a dog that she understands the mental powers, i see the dog can i be the dog, layers, you were working on layers, ive peaked succintly, that this suppsed hiding place will doit is not our way to take thise places for stories, random key, when they make their home they always forget to build a mountain, i crack my knuckles which i had admiting yes the commos over here horse strie, i did too, i had told myself that i'd only do that at home, despite it not of worry, from a lyric i heard, there, past tnse, yo oyo', it was always to easier, to be past perfect when speaking to my past, i grant so little priveledge to my past, it is my jaunting jester, the past, it is, like a self, to make things better in that moment, or is that morality, i know not what i do, but they would not like me if i turned avarice, nor is it yellow and bu but all the flowers aren't edible and the meals served by dullards are ill and poor like their owners onus and the pontiac , something of deers, this is a different forest, this is , is htis the one, sorry, i have known yes, to tell that i'm not sykik, it matters not, that it is not, that it is not, this an answer to none so much the way that is the hook to making a charade a facade to a masquerade of a farce for a soliloquy of endeavevords, endeavored, this place is decay without your blood, so i must protect the queen, but only if she is alive, and if she is dead, that's the morality it, live alone, lone alive, that, tttt, hive you dareth not touch her with a country i could not die  wthin it, or shall i promise, oh yeah, ye, ya, yes, um, you would not like it so i do not do it, this principle thing that i don't know what is for facetious matters, nor emotional quotient context or venture to gain the wherewithal of stupid human trick and tereasures, am i an enemy, then smile as i want you dead, this is your way, fuck, yes, dscribing things here, this long tale, happiness, the darker mountains, the mountain time is the forgotten time, where , i had minions, wolves to hunt for me, is this starting over, blind is an opposite specials just for you, i nearly did, wavelength serial oppression, are likely targets, the report read form the stenotype, my awkward king, trapped as that as i can, please , then by, no, the trees are all the same, and the traveler companion was killed instant instant instant, a card came the players are tokens, i knew the dragon and it's skales and blood are all, place, faces of it a memory, off white, indiscriminate light, run the dead walk in thise sylvan holdings, trappings, more of the first great fire, lilygren forest went alight, destination borrowed word, dedication by a wolf in the stream, hoding a bloody dagger, love i have killed you, a new romantic overture i have killed me, and now it seems, and no, type decay i hlpe, the two travellers talking, it is confusing, but it is a confusing face, here i have been many times, this bplace bores me, you bore me, i wish to dance in the trees, you doubt me dragon, the light has no end in the fog from whience it hais, doul rage misforturne, i wonder of vision past, but the clubfoot tail kcocketh me soon defooted, waves of light, the mirror magic face of fire negative rememory light a space in time, and electricty, the dragon bites the gree snap of teeth into its thin bark, talongs make it a wlf of the reeds, i will not make it, leave apace nay anent dally go thee ; wretched a word the pointed hat, a friends, cofee and tea, and back howl out witch blind to take not this time striving taketh synicism lyricacal , a hand on the firey mountain edg creature, i can take its heart , the tree that falls attacks me, the forest is a river of shards of saplings and fire much fire the bite of jaw, myself included, penpoint your thoughts, a mouth of talons or a handful of knivesremember the sheild the witch tells me, do you, stand down soldier, have i, he is not going with them, you will fight him, my shoulder becomes a sheild and i am thrown below the furncace furnace that is killing me, crooked skales, hahorse hooves of axes and bolas, bumrush the belly of the beast, the bite cannot make meal at first, like a cat it curls and balance forward becomes the mind mind of a free flowing tail and topples aside, glad i am to pull the broken tree and try to pin its breath, the neck, touching the back, remember it is soft, like the wind a bow is the the weapon that cuts thru an open hand like a knife, the wind pulls the sail and the ship cuts thru the sea and  as the arrow does, you are good to me here, that like an acid trip began the  vision, and the mystery woven in my skill to set it out that wy, gueided the tree to its neck, only angering it, i would flight from these, i saw claws come at my eyes ans and so i moved, i check my knuckeles again, an old heat, the forest is very burning, the wing opens it reaches acrossedwise the force for which it moves without flight is a sheet of scales shedding a thousand thousand thousand nails with blood that burns like black acid tar rain at my eyes, the sheild is strong like the sails, but the arrow takes the sail, that is it our high lord or you say all high one would sail a ship so big that when he sails off the edge of this world it tears the page into a sphere and binds to oceans, that one man's arrow would revenge itself trussed upon such, not akite a hammer, not a ring a curtain, bonded i ould never hurt theee, , my arm hides my face and the blue light prevails against the so many flying arrowheads that the magic barrier pushes him into the dirt, and the fire, and the broken trees, and the smoke, and the light, forced to hurt the predator, the river sings like silence, the grass blows in the summerbreeze, the mountain cabin sleeps, the wolves watch a man wake and rise from the river, those two men talking we'll take a lesson from in the next tale, sorry, the dragon  has yes now red and leading lava, does beast they rage in so how, the scales flung bonded with the bnlue magic around his fists, his own fingers like knives, the only way to kill a dragon properly, with your own handsthere would be now excape, nor flight, nor call, nor heart beat, it leaps and downed, it opens and torn is, it calls and gnashed, the blood burns away reformed scales, it attacks, broken wings spread above hm a, wraped talongs on his own heart, , his fight exchanged for the dragon's heart, a fight for the passage that danger has introduced