pre-to-g(oneohfiveoh)

Could Load be the definitive Metallica album?  Only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  For now, I just wait.  But what I’m waiting for has very little to do with rock music.  Or does it? The more I learn the less I want to know.  No, nothing is really true but even that statement is false.  I’m making light of something to hide the fact.  My heart swells each morning and I am so grateful. Thank You.  But yes, now just the waiting.  Maybe it’ll never happen.  But that’s okay too.  At least I’ll know.  You made it. 

I may have lost something here but I suppose I’ll never know.  Doesn’t really matter.  I need to drink some café.  Thought gang makes sense right now though it somewhat simultaneously lamentable and not lamentable that I missed out on the monkey fur.  No need to indulge in that avaricious side of myself so frequently.  Or is there?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Still, I am looking forward in time.  didn’t realize the true origins at the time as I was walking backward into the school after she gave me a little smile.  The horrors of suburbia would haunt me forever more afterward. 

Poppies.  Of course, now I understand.  Lethal flower.  Lethal flower was the means during one of the most recent times.  There was a pink addition, no, a pink substitute and that made all the difference in the world. I’ve been indulging in all the awful parts of myself lately just as I make this lovely rediscovery.  You know, I really like that movie Out of Time with Denzel and Eva.  I never get tired of that movie.  That’s a classy little sunny noir. 

Read the books.  Sartre.  I know nothing!  Need to slick the hair back.  It took the partner to realize what the three sides meant and the slick coordination taking place in front of it.  All seeing eye.  We must be careful of what we read and what we set down on flat surfaces and turn over.  Need to invest in the hawk iteration, figure out what’s going on that micro level.  I’m going to head to the book store soon.  I’m constantly thinking about hosiery.  I recently had no choice but to delete a repeated word.  The raids are masterpieces of the arts.  The sentence links in with something else. 

And as she orally raped me with the heel of her very fashionable high heel shoe, my heart sang with joy.  Oh to lie down with sweetest sin. 

I know nothing.  You’re going to show me what I am.  And now the favorites are in play.  He has real magic. 

I see now the queen of truth.  I am traveling to these regions.  Her skin is infinity.  The rich compensation taking place.  I understand all about our damnation and the seduction inherent inside infinity.  Blood sacrifices all around the merry table. And still we dance the capricious choreography of dulcet sin. The aroma of sex hangs over us all.  And we smile and have another cup of red wine. 

I see things clearly now.  No, that’s just another terrible sentence.  I’ve run out of things.  my life was with lemon and salt.  I see an alternate path.  There’s an entirely different place…with me somewhere there.  what could have been.  Did he let things go too easily?  Did he renege on his responsibilities?  Does he need to ask for forgiveness?  Yes, that much is certain.  All these worthless individuals taking up his time.  where is the morning?  I think…is there a dream of her’s which never really came true?  I don’t want to cry anymore.  In front of the…number five on the second of Sign.  Do you remember approaching while she read from a book of prayers?  So much to say.  These memories.  They can live again.  Forever.  That was the promise.  Please let there be another chance.  The mornings at the church.  There was no understanding anywhere.  A desire never fulfilled.  Everything is so simple now.  Break away.  Make a path.  Leave and rediscover.  This was the alternate which could never work, yes?  No one knows anything.  Please be happy.  If there had been some way. 

My belly full of fresh liver and blood.  Ah, the inaugural sin.  And now these violet streams of midnight.  And I’m afraid of the light coming in through all the openings.  We are in touch with the ancient ones now.  Read the books, he said.  we’ll have to take it out to lunch.  Some shit.  I see the source of comfort amidst the terror, her hands around his face.  Don’t describe the dark eyes. 

Well, I don’t know so far but there was interruption.  Unconvincing growth of plant life.  First need the florida box and then to be pelted by gamma rays from the seventies.  Brazilian domination has me.  Good corning, I unexpectedly have to be out of crown and am in nowhere today and tomorrow.  I will be returning late tomorrow. 

My local conglomerate did not have Elvis Costello’s new album which means I’ve no choice but to order it online.  Still, my passion is equal to the task. I’ve been reading a fair amount of King and Barker lately.  Burroughs has me.  Those evil flowers on my horizon. 

Better team?  Maybe never. Marks the spot.  Still, was all appropriate in the end.  The skinned alley.  Named after but I just don’t know.  Preferred the before iteration with candles.  This one has never been good with the conclusions.  Despite all the sides of the square there was still too much speed.  I weep for my attachment.  They had the opportunity.  I can be comfortable with this.  Should be said that regardless of the period (punctuation) some of the very best was had right near the end there. 

This detachment is no good.  So many things happening in such a short amount of time.  Please give her the strength. 

I bought a couple books yesterday.  I recently drank coffee.  I’m disgusted by own existence.  The glass prison.  I’m looking forward to something tonight.  Apostle.  Need to fill in the hitching hawk iterations today.  Holofoil has me. 

No answer necessary.  Please be happy.  All with love.