#streamofconsciousness — Public Fediverse posts

Staged

Oh my God that’s such a phrase

Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be!     What a face

Staged

Oh my God that’s such a phrase

Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be!     What a face

Staged

Oh my God that’s such a phrase

Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be!     What a face

Staged

Oh my God that’s such a phrase

Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be!     What a face

Staged

Oh my God that’s such a phrase

Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be!     What a face

So much more than what lies before you

Those who gossip are in the tropics on reserve moving up up up up. You can’t feel to heal you

Won’t                          and               cant destroy purity once it’s born     having torn the ideas quick              a poem sits

         Naked      and      neglected

What of you, abandon?      Just where did                                      you     go?   I’m not pollinating any foreign concepts, I’m coming,      already circling your visions space  the faint tie between is cut      lurking inside    confide  in you I would  only safe  but your mouth aflame your voice  delays never again shall you talk of me    is there a beautiful way to express the shame in being what ex lovers try to forget?  I yell a sound tied to laughter,   that loneliness of hotel dog house, in gazing over the town, whoever is in your bed,   make the truth into melody one sunset  the type of loneliness that never seeps away  it comes in those cold nights  and warms up inside you and never goes away, ever, and how funny, that loneliness is what stays loyal, it’s all I can trust to not leave, i know that some art is made of this and that I know it well   this ruckus of the pure becoming

Im saying something

So much more than what lies before you

Those who gossip are in the tropics on reserve moving up up up up. You can’t feel to heal you

Won’t                          and               cant destroy purity once it’s born     having torn the ideas quick              a poem sits

         Naked      and      neglected

What of you, abandon?      Just where did                                      you     go?   I’m not pollinating any foreign concepts, I’m coming,      already circling your visions space  the faint tie between is cut      lurking inside    confide  in you I would  only safe  but your mouth aflame your voice  delays never again shall you talk of me    is there a beautiful way to express the shame in being what ex lovers try to forget?  I yell a sound tied to laughter,   that loneliness of hotel dog house, in gazing over the town, whoever is in your bed,   make the truth into melody one sunset  the type of loneliness that never seeps away  it comes in those cold nights  and warms up inside you and never goes away, ever, and how funny, that loneliness is what stays loyal, it’s all I can trust to not leave, i know that some art is made of this and that I know it well   this ruckus of the pure becoming

Im saying something

So much more than what lies before you

Those who gossip are in the tropics on reserve moving up up up up. You can’t feel to heal you

Won’t                          and               cant destroy purity once it’s born     having torn the ideas quick              a poem sits

         Naked      and      neglected

What of you, abandon?      Just where did                                      you     go?   I’m not pollinating any foreign concepts, I’m coming,      already circling your visions space  the faint tie between is cut      lurking inside    confide  in you I would  only safe  but your mouth aflame your voice  delays never again shall you talk of me    is there a beautiful way to express the shame in being what ex lovers try to forget?  I yell a sound tied to laughter,   that loneliness of hotel dog house, in gazing over the town, whoever is in your bed,   make the truth into melody one sunset  the type of loneliness that never seeps away  it comes in those cold nights  and warms up inside you and never goes away, ever, and how funny, that loneliness is what stays loyal, it’s all I can trust to not leave, i know that some art is made of this and that I know it well   this ruckus of the pure becoming

Im saying something

So much more than what lies before you

Those who gossip are in the tropics on reserve moving up up up up. You can’t feel to heal you

Won’t                          and               cant destroy purity once it’s born     having torn the ideas quick              a poem sits

         Naked      and      neglected

What of you, abandon?      Just where did                                      you     go?   I’m not pollinating any foreign concepts, I’m coming,      already circling your visions space  the faint tie between is cut      lurking inside    confide  in you I would  only safe  but your mouth aflame your voice  delays never again shall you talk of me    is there a beautiful way to express the shame in being what ex lovers try to forget?  I yell a sound tied to laughter,   that loneliness of hotel dog house, in gazing over the town, whoever is in your bed,   make the truth into melody one sunset  the type of loneliness that never seeps away  it comes in those cold nights  and warms up inside you and never goes away, ever, and how funny, that loneliness is what stays loyal, it’s all I can trust to not leave, i know that some art is made of this and that I know it well   this ruckus of the pure becoming

Im saying something

So much more than what lies before you

Those who gossip are in the tropics on reserve moving up up up up. You can’t feel to heal you

Won’t                          and               cant destroy purity once it’s born     having torn the ideas quick              a poem sits

         Naked      and      neglected

What of you, abandon?      Just where did                                      you     go?   I’m not pollinating any foreign concepts, I’m coming,      already circling your visions space  the faint tie between is cut      lurking inside    confide  in you I would  only safe  but your mouth aflame your voice  delays never again shall you talk of me    is there a beautiful way to express the shame in being what ex lovers try to forget?  I yell a sound tied to laughter,   that loneliness of hotel dog house, in gazing over the town, whoever is in your bed,   make the truth into melody one sunset  the type of loneliness that never seeps away  it comes in those cold nights  and warms up inside you and never goes away, ever, and how funny, that loneliness is what stays loyal, it’s all I can trust to not leave, i know that some art is made of this and that I know it well   this ruckus of the pure becoming

Im saying something