Quest for solitude, persuades my pineal to defer its duties by a convenient enough margin.
-Me, Random
The innards levitate when the horizon borrows the pink of rouge, the pink of heart, the pink of love and the pink of......never mind, dairy milf sorry milk is purple while kit kat is an unhelpful red....but the lipstick...aah....call it fulfillment, i call it the undoing of a frustrating jigsaw......
The gaping, blind hollow of an expression of incredulity, the precise pink, barricading the noir, the streaked and glistening black of my tee, the black of a miniaturized legacy of tesla,kissing your cheeks and the black of fearful misgivings, unfounded albeit.
The green of the mutant, sinewy turtles....the green of my envy, envy of DJ....the green of madison county, Iowa....
The blue of the dainty scrawl, the blue of my blues invariably starring in a scene deficient of you.
The article, marked 377......europe's tryst with destiny....my tryst with hypocrisy......the fucking despot....prada's devil collection.....the eastern woods....the covered bridges....the haplessness as life descends into a pall of uncertainty....Then..Then there's you...
the U of You....the U of our Utopia...
Do hare's have orgasms?? Or was it a spelling error.....
poor hares(or otherwise).....they never knew you...maybe the spelling would have been different...
But would i have wanted you any different...randomness can't be classified or typified so my ignorance wells up like stale bile, for the infinity, you seem to encompass in the unfathomable realms of your grey goo shrouds the answer like an adamantly opaque wisp of fog.
So i just lose myself.....drinking in your arbitrariness......becoming you....becoming a canvas....for you to drench in the insane streaks and dapples of your colours...
what colours??
The pinks of my love, the blacks of my unfounded, malicious premonitions, the green of my envy and the blue of my blues.........
Am i you.......you decide...
huh??
