a strung-out song (oh pity one down another to go)
a pit-angel trap (if you know what i mean)
green as money without feeling sang the fat
evil thought ramming inside the white cave of my dilapidated

Where we never sense measure.

How can any artist sell out for fame
is beyond me. do -did-itty-did-diddy-uptown-
so-lay claims to the Evil One called small soul!W

i know i must be mentally unwell
but need for money was never the cause
for my derangement.

I blame my dreams.

My dreams are OUROBOROS.

A divine pain. Inside my throat. Beneath
my head inside my stomach.

Di 00-itty-diddy \did/did/\did itty so good
bye now (hello white and yellow)__

:: 03.18.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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