Lost Love Lust

Categories: My thoughts.

• 11:11.

  Mister Lover Man, you have a package.
  Cheese is yellow, and pears are green.
  Life is dandy, and you’re a pansy.
  Carry a box, find me a fox.
  Lovely money, and funny tummy.
  Bake it, Make it, Fake it.
  Yum, Rum, Gum.
  Room, Groom, Boom.

• light switch.

  A kind of primal instinct when she strategically places herself in the seat closest to the emergency exit.
  Staring at the faded lights in the darkness, the longer she stares, the more they seem to mesh.
  A canvas of all black, through her eyes, splash of color travels through the seams at the condescending speed of light.
  A bite [...]

• GFY. [abbreviations 101]

  Authenticated Fuck List.
  [Highly inappropriate and not recommended if you are suffering from extreme sensitivity, high blood pressure, or just a fucking close-minded mentality.]
  Fuck life, and all the shitty events and happenings that it entails.
  Fuck raising children, you never ever really master the talent, parents will always be winging it, and children will always be rebellious.
  Fuck the typical [...]

• reverse rambunctious redirections.

  Why is it that when you count from 1 to 10 or from 10 to 1 it is quite the same, but when one ages, the older they get, the harder it is to go back.
  In attempting to create art, do we interpret an image from our brain mechanically skilled hands, or do our mechanical [...]