There the next goal lurks in the clouds of my mind, here where I cannot spell and haste to hex myself successfully. This was already a world of smoke and blinding light and then the shadows came looking for me and I them. It was a manifestation of political self importance or yet another temporary lapse in judgement, but I repeat myself. The tail of this sentence a nature human, like the sky cerulean. Before indulging myself further a thanks is due the basic facets of which are crystalized in preternatural instinct and societal petty distinguished rationalism at its bottommost level. You are a source of much love in this world and with the voices in my head we hope learn it, someday. At first disgusted by many things but finding me disempowered and groveling was low as lists of wider tall and prying windows for sweet starts and sweeter hearts, these many things are, as I forgot what I was writing, as you have become someone else, and you are a muse then and again. You will be my you in these.
This is all reprised by lies and secondhand illiteracy satiated with vulgar diatribe on one way streets looking for reasons all the world is welcome and I'm a monster.
Sometime before, I'd told myself not to write after the workouts, the sting of reflection brought beggary to the world, mottling my obloquy thereof many, I've told myself not to write after a long trip even a day's journey across itself, the pangs for allocated loquaciousness speaks only of the hunger vis a vis musings of itself, as here I wander, telling myself not to write at the end of a cycle, and surely not at the beginning of it, for allusions in allegory and confusions of similes bring spite and wrought were my faulty decisions and paltry infatuations.
A lot of I's. There was this question rejected completely, the Sisyphean boulder grows lighter undoubtedly with this and take heed, verily so the other, it burdens me with all the lies I'd made almost in being shunned urges me make more not.
Documents can hide, the restitution of the countless keys must have to hide in the cloud, perhaps, forsakes, mistrusts, what it says of judgement gives me a pain, it had seemed that in the low was a pure aura, and for that my damage I shared, conflicting with this feeling that there is no difference, as a Kafka tale I'd been obsessing instead of creative and turned into a creature and that was just normal and just the reality, configured without consideration and forced to ask the questions of desperation that even darkness hasn't, hadn't asked me in all my nights.
Even though it's not, good on you, and good for this excess in presentation, praise be the gods hidden among men to worship the elan vital before after, and that which is after before so having taught me a mustard seed and painted door the first time again, before my metamorphosis into having many heads with many eyes under many wings and many swords.
The conservancy of my imperial demeanor is paramount only to the daunting tantamount lunacy that being me is, so perhaps those who would've helped by now right about the voices in my head, we'll never know all of them to ask. Good morrow, strict mind.
En mi propio enfoque, this spite pure and regained, I'd looked at what scandinavian nature would compare like with love, kith to me and kindred to you by test of time and ...terrestrial distribution it would be less of a puzzle fitting in, with investigation better saved intuition, and found something called the Law of Jante. It's become a nice slice of humble pie. One video describing it 'a cultural attempt to deride individual supremacy' - appealing in that moment. Militaries function with complaints going up not down, many and myself have written on this. It reeks of centralism and identitariansim, somehow at the same time. Another essay, praise, consolidation, contrarian as so many deep waters are faked with shallow questions. The moving truth is that we are a planet, the static truth the many purposes competing. In that, the left is right, dammit English. In that, supply and demand supplies small ideas and smaller dictators that slip into culture and congress.
I made a poster, Snapseed picked the text layout. These seemingly remind people the pertinence and propriety of their actions, although it may crash with your autonomy, these are perhaps more for productivity and contribution, for the lost to delete a selfie snapped with drive-by mud all over, crazy for sure. OMG. LOL. GTFO. RSTLNE. I remembered it, last night, as important to deleting the status update, emotional, logical, theory, if not something otherwise. It says "you" when "I" is the complaint we can't remove from troubles and questions. It does get easier. (IDK why it made 2 white, but the image stickers are presets and this fit/reads best.).
IMHO: Jante aren't rules to live by, just rules to remember.
Jantelagen. Jante = place name; lag = /law/; en = the; aka Janteloven = easier to say, (g/v is also switchable in some russian.)
I'M OUT! but,
RIP TREVOR STRNAD