2005-04-23 - desirlerious
I don't get it when I let it go from frame to frame clinging to the game the one without a name to me it's all the same what is this thing I feel? the need for something real... we strive to close the deal with nothing to conceal
we sink ships with loose lips we lose relationships and some would say it's true they're better off with you you know the one I mean the actor in the scene who plays cool like James Dean serene yet lean and mean who ends up falling for the ol' revolving door the thirst for something more desire is such a whore unless it's driven by an arid spirit dry mingled with the rise of mists and open skies free from ion spike or whatever Wilhelm Reich described as dissipation or was it dispensation of orgone biophysics? or some weird conflag'ration a dud that only fizzes I'm tired of all the quizzes just give me what I need to find hunger and feed to heal the wounds that bleed and not give into greed or other negative vices the freeze that only ices suspends in animation depletes the ventilation and opens up the guise the means by which our skies permit the hold's demise the greenhouse of disguise the fig leaf of our lies one truth must circumvent all lust and foul intent and melt into the breeze that brings us to our knees and sets the captive free transforming all who be within protected walls while swiftly darkness falls as Passover recalls the evil that befalls all those outside the zone the source of all "orgone" creative force "unknown" the One who runs the show at curtain call you'll know the reason and the why so give the wheel a try spin it off and see if you end up like me saved from my own fire or spun off to desire
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