Pretty women, oh how you have filled me with joy on a night such as this. Incoherent vision compliments thoughts of a love as pure as the most fresh of snows. I have always and will continue to love you with the deepest depths of this soul. it matters not where you rest on this night, for my thoughts are with you.

Blossoming beauty, you flower as the sun sets and Luna rises above the horizon of dreams--The idea on the fringes of what i deem obtainable and unreachable; The deepest depths of any soul.

Fine liquors, oh how you have stained my canvas of incredulous joy. Withe myself as my witness, if God himself takes me into His arms, i swear on my forgiveness i will slay him on his own grounds. You are a remarkable being--But it si you that will be so fragile--So vulnerable! You sir, stand not even a fleeting chance when coming up against a heart such as this! I have absolutely no faith in your promise of absolution through undying faith.

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The lingering taste of gin brings me back to Minneapolis, a place of treacherous joy, a place i long to be for my undying love reaches the cityscape's horizons.

Illicit. Will it, but yet remains undone. Yet as in, has been, but is no longer--And a desire survives and thrives, seeking at least the minimum.

I lay in wake. Do you rest in sleep? In dreams? My hopes are the night-world of sleep are about anything but me. A blistering chest suggests to stray away from such blasphemous jest, and hilarity ensures! She can not hold interest in the likes of fools!

The time of Orion-rise nears, and there are promises about i fear cannot be kept. Despite these clear days and amid such vague nights, she often fills the thoughts of my mind, swirling about my skull in more intense ways. That love of my life may never pervade this mind, but i wonder, perhaps, that it does not have to be such a gruesome memory. Those times were filled with a yet to be matched joy. Yet, i wish to be alone.

The newest chapter of this life has been clearly marked with my departure on the 9th of May. It has only really been three months, yet the impact has been substantial. I know not where this will go from this point. I feel as if i am in pieces, and how i place them together while i am staying home will determine things i cannot even yet fathom! Joy will need to be obtained in new ways.

Inspiration leaks down into view from familiar sources, but my view, i fear, has become quite stale with recent familiarity. But there are sources i feel have only begun to emit energy; sources that remain nearly untapped and seem to be pouring of copious potential. There, inspiration beyond recognition fuels my days.

Rest dear friend, your time awaits.

Fleeting fronts of anticipation have been leading this life for these past weeks, and i am drowning my sorrows away! I only seek to relax the sore depths of heart; tranquil desires with such an inescapable depth. Chill, to meet the heart halfway between the moment and serenity--Sincerity! Am i still babbling of such concepts? Of course, set before me, forever more!

Vices set a place of comfort, do not put in a sense of rapture! This is only to keep self-destruction at bay. Vices, and a cool August morning breeze, tasting as sweet as fine liquor and feeling as smooth as soft hands chilling a spineless soul attached to skin and bones.

But the sky has been so clear these past dozen hours or so. What does that leave in store? Perhaps more revelations in the form of verse are to come. Or perhaps flickers of life, scenes of torture will disperse!

I seek happiness, in roundabout ways at times, through the everlasting condescending tones of my peers. Of course, i do not hold grudges, because i know some of their criticism is with the best of intentions; while being criticized by others, their opinions and thoughts are of no use or constructive benefit. Being home, i learn who i want to be apart of my life and who i wish to expel from it. Those who create only hassling demands and impossible expectations are not worth my time. My next prolonged stay here will be fruitful in regards of personal and social growth. Having time away from all of this has shown me what is and is not important.

Monuments of disgust, lusting destructive wreck, will soon meet certain death. It must come fast and will strike with sweet, swift blows. Trust in this, as it will come much sooner than thought by common individuals--Bourgeosie, crooks of a common ancestory, villains of similar descent.

Downward, the sky's wrath shall be released with a quintessential desperation, an effort like no being has ever committed to the likes of civilization. Breathtaking, breathe easy, and heave those lungs until reaching queasy--It is one of few states i trust these days. Dust--It lays in all the places left untouched.

Fleeting fledglings despair in all but rare occasions, licking cracked limps with moist, but soiled, tongues in raging contempt--Temptation. Raize what buildings are left. The time will come to rise.

Sour scorn tares limbs from torn trunks, target the same weakened sapling time and time again! Hearts have limitations that only break all the time, and seeking out the dying still weakened the herd.