tilted and weedly wild
my head turns from side to side
the excorsist has hunt head down
bounty hunter
debt collector
love doctor
we all sit above the law
exceot the ones who created it
are we what we make?
but the making are of what is us
are we at war with ourself when the makings are not becoming what we want?
expect nothing
it must be the parental obiedience
of the making
i make you through the eyes of loving
adore the hunger
it feeds the mind
make less of body
feel ultimate
make the most of body
all threads of nerves and secret cupboards within
we do not know the mystery we are in
we breath without thinking
but in the city I love with too much thinking
and it sure clogs the outlet
damn the fright of nothing and everything
who can ever make anything freely ¨
and know its unlimited being of no plan
when timorouseness is being selektive
and already has ready result at hand?
4 years ago
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