Split second memories more like flashbacks that suck you back in time to smell, emote, know the moment. Pulled and moved by lyrics and tunes and lyrical tunes, trying to hold onto the tricky moments. Not the worry of what to say or how to react, but the voice and expressions of your eyes showing nothing traceable, everything untraceable. Like speaking a blurtle of linked phrases to sound earthly. Stomach aches and pains led by anxiety, pumping blood and queazy heart felt feelings. We don’t flatten out with compatibility, just the easy going ethics of the world environment. Not entirely my fault, no faults or beings to blame. Heart shaped images float through the cold blooded veins, shoots darts bursting from the living walls. Uncomfortable settings with melancholy views. Severe rationalities lie behind the truth of the reasons, we can’t feel at peace with the judgmental suicide we pressure on the earth. Beautiful silk for fur an institute full of past recollections of father figures. Born babies die within a second of broken faith. Crying calls reassure them of that. Hands folded full of dripping contemplation, wise eyes spot the treatment. Individual lovers loving themselves with hairy leg spots and denial of worth. Heats a building within the secondary layers of discomfort. Wanting, praising, fornicating. Sweet, special, sins. A beauty of a descendent watches flickers of stars on the crown, when soup is made of detergent. Tastes like strawberries mixed with apples. A yellow spectrum emerging the lands of belief rising like tides when we call. A throat is merely the establishment of holy caves underground, holy shrines worshipped all around. Comfort of inks permanence and reliability is comforting. Brains stimulated artificially and manmade society, expansion and growth. Derogatory inflictions on trips of our insights. Conversations last forever until the time will push past arithmetical ongoing relationships. Don’t relapse your vibes and contemplate references once again. Gurglings repeatedly penetrate the lines and strings of virtuality, open minded doors closing in on you and the birds. Sticks made up of nestings, nests made up of sticklings, nonexistent phrasing of touch to happy, sense and sensibility. Differences keep in tact, full cans full of speckled eternity. Mistakes we recycle into release, again here goes the raging empire. Learning aches and pains, circles consume irrational logic. Distatorship, teachings of spectacles seeing spectrums. The art of pressing buttons storytells evolution, strings and bulbs. Arcade as well as growth, severity and treasures. A few pops, a lion rages a growling addicting. Extinction, cancelation, evacuation. Cramps are full of soapy deceivings. Sometimes oftenly portrayed as never punctual readings. A bishop correlates saved relationships and crust beneath the body, unloving. Supressions fighting citizenship. Stabs create unnerving systems function tributes. Obsessive sways towards denial and accomplishes with war.