descendant of the star-gates,
I'm a plethora of indestructible sound waves,
my complex is fostered by orbital premonitions,
instill primordial instant-transmission,
grounded in a constant whirlwind,
train of thought provokes motion-sickness,
cool, calm and collective in the face of self-perpetuating hatred,
sobered to a stupor,
flickering, flashes, glimpses of fever dreams reliving,
shine distant,
liberated of subjected frigid imprisoning images,
to each is own,
troubled souls traversing mystery source empowered portals,
energy in motion,
climatic colorful emotions,
my mind is the canvas,
brain is the paintbrush,
manifested spirit, aligning distinct, imminent expression.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2018 16:39
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Comments1
Well, stop living outdoors then, and then you won't be intense (in-tents!) Doh, corny joke I know. heehee.
Lmao if the joke is only funny to you it\'s not really that corny, that is really funny word play tho haha
Erm, well maybe not so corny, but it's rather an old joke - about 5 million years old I should guess! lol
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