occam's razor

i fear the flicker lights ember quiver upon the air resting on my tongue
teach me light and quickly maybe we can find out who gets to first base first
paint me a languid furnished soundrum

i relinquish the posh power hither farther than our wildest emoticons.

this hearted heated line we have drawn has faded like hopscotch chalk and i recognize the desire to be recognized to talk for the sake of talking no thoughts-

no restraint upon silver foxes in silverscreen helen keller style.

remind of dr suess again i cant remember if its green eggs or horton...

ill sit there trapped in mahogany and glass using an instrument of separative communicative purposes.
press me against this imaginary hexagon and filter nothing but soundless winchester's giant growl..

to have felt the way you do in high school would be too simplified. but it was high school. and i was under the covers talking with you through blurry lenses and wondering when i heard the birds why we couldn't just walk the six blocks to your silent garden of pickled pears and evident confusions.

last time i checked you were a wolf dis guised as a puppy.

i had one dream of you videotaping miracles and talking over them as they settle into magnificence. The video was pure wonder as I stood transfixed but you voice was too loud over the image and it took me out of it splendor and dulled my perception.

was it ennui or einsamkeit that took me into this lunacy that was created to for me lust for something so different i held out.

true true tell these silent listeners what the difference between imagination and reality is? i would like to know who i have been talking to the last month.

house of dreams a farmer painted all in blue. the sliding glass door is closed save a smidgen... id open it but a silent scream that loud might shatter my ear drums.