Rose.
Explosion.

Expanded thoughts I'm blinded by the light in the shadows. Infrared vision seeing through human skin. Energy flows through them like every other object.

Souls.
Spirits.
Sparks of life.

Taken away by murderous men who held in their right or left hands the gun or the knife.

Never again.
But right this second.

There is no form.
Is this disappointing?

So complicated but yet so simple.

Is there one single thing to let flow freely anymore???

Restricting something to freedom is blasphemy in motion.

I won't simply draw away from the thought because it causes commotion.

No more.
But there's more right here.

Impossibility is my number one fear.

Rose.

Is there one single thing to let flow freely anymore???

Restricting something to freedom is blasphemy in motion.

I won't simply draw away from the thought because it causes commotion.

Impossibility is my number one fear.

Nah man Ya didn't it wronged.

Can't restrict restrictions, you know what I don't mean?

You don't fear impossibility, eh? Ya fear death, don't you? The implications of that impossibility in yer mortal bounds, ah?

I'm passing abilities.
I'mpassingabilities.
Impassability.
Impass.
I did, didn't you know it?
Got my attention and all.
Seriously, this is serious.
Doesn't make sense. Won't make sense they said. So unempirical.
Dig dig dig diggin ma tunnelz.

Nah man Ya didn't it wronged.

Can't restrict restrictions, you know what I don't mean?

You don't fear impossibility, eh? Ya fear death, don't you? The implications of that impossibility in yer mortal bounds, ah?

I'm passing abilities.
I'mpassingabilities.
Impassability.
Impass.
I did, didn't you know it?
Got my attention and all.
Seriously, this is serious.
Doesn't make sense. Won't make sense they said. So unempirical.
Dig dig dig diggin ma tunnelz.

Nay, this is the first time I have ever been shown to accept you. Your hand reaching out to me has been grabbed. Don't let me down by showing me you're just a pretty face that sees a bright light.. A moth is engulfed in the death of the fire before it's engulfed in the fright.

You are bored like titanium. Drilled through suspended tensionless viscosity. Oiled and lubricated for the theft of brickless consumerism. Frictionless exuberance will meet plentiful sustinence. Superflous symmetry will meet glatial hypnotic reversals.

The arpeggios in your arms flare. Cresendos lurk in pools of deplored anagramic denial. You reach out with winged talons, anxious and apprehensive. You've almost reached the goal line.

Unpresuming, you flip into terminal luminosity. You are being looked for now. You are being caught and squeezed, tugged, torn and ripped apart for maniacal ego-consuming joy. The plates break to serve dinner. Heated, they melt into one, enjoying their distasteful rant on the borders of Cartesian mimicry.

The Angel may have spoken but you have forgotten that you don't need to hear. Such are the mistakes of the return from bliss.

So you've failed the test. You've proven you're like all the rest.

So you've failed the test. You've proven you're like all the rest.

Oh bullshit.

So you've failed the test. You've proven you're like all the rest.Your hair is green. You know what i mean.