11.
Instant refrain marked this stat-game I found myself in when I disengaged the notion of what it was to truly care. Apathy from yours truly was the disgust of the others’— I repeat: I simply do not care.
12.
Scolded lilies wilt in the coolwater winter’s shine- brazen white rays of a caustic nature blistering them in the jagged breeze. I loved these lilies and now they demand that I loathe them. I don’t hate you Lilly, I swany I don't; I simply wish I had it your way.
13.
Borg’s vibrations shuttered an oriental sensibility and sentimental notion of solid-state eroticism Meanwhile you fondled yourself on a cheap sofa and wondered why GOD hurt so bad.
14.
Enoch sings through the winds
to tell me of multidimensional
transformer-elves doing it in the
name of a soft-white alien named GOD—
And I invite you into my home,
Enoch, as a measure of confidence for
what a mere flesh such as I could
convey to you.
Don’t hurt me GOD as I
redeem an ALPHA man urinating
on your material domain with
the indifference of a toddler.
hahahaha15.
I told Christ Jesus one evening that I was an anatomical malfunctioner- he vaguely replied, “We all are then, I guess”. Thank you Christ Jesus for redeeming my value in the time of my rest- I can’t exactly say I hate what you’ve done here.