How to own what is not known as said,
as being of already distinguished?
Don"t call for my regard as theft.
Don't.
Please.
Don't.
I"m easy with inspiration if you are.
#howmuchbullshitdoihaveinme
How to face comeuppance.
How to own what is not known as said, as being of already distinguished? Don"t call for my regard as theft. Don't. Please. Don't. I"m easy with inspiration if you are. #howmuchbullshitdoihaveinme
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Giving it away for free.
Not a concept new. Meh and Moan, What's done is done. What time has past is exactly that. What's the now if everything reverts always? #shittythoughtslooksfunnywithoutpunctuation It's shitty not knowing either of you grandfathers.
Punishing, without direction, kind of thing. That knowledge, missed, is in and of itself a different level. Level unattainable, to some. 'Tis a pity. Lost before reported so to recipient intended. A cog in my story-telling I'd rather not advertise, exploitedly and inferenced as it can be once made reality in mere so simple words, yet exacting in all of us, in some way. #shittythingsforme,notyou,necessarily,butaswellas,Imightsurmise. In-sense what your faculties will...
#runningoutofideas #hasishtagsyndicate #shullbituponstoneastain There's always an ultimate, best-of, surface and deep-cut mix of the greats, compiled from their stand-alone -ographies...
...Bones gotta move....Depends on mood, and their burial-- maybe born anew. Some do. Some don't. If maths are the language, music the movement, then both always have been before discovered as so. #categorize #harshtagsyndicate #revoultionsonthetablebeensobeforetheaverageaggregate I see these old, captured renderings of myself not molted, yet, into what I am now, and I wish he had my now-rhythm, then-- woulda be a different everything-- these old days, young to others. But that's par for us all, ain't it, tiger? #re-over-lapse #hastagsyndicate #consciousshed
Something to mayhaps discuss. Older ones, that is. Not considered absolutely-old, but contemporary, once, by those of the right age to see them as new, when they were, or relatively. Whichever. They need appraised reviews. Stuff like what Dustin Hoffman did before I knew who he was because of Hook. The veins and arteries of art number many more than are present in a human body, when one speaks of imagination turned 60 minutes+ pictures of relation and evocation-- begging to be an inspiration/influence to more-- expoundations, interpretations, built-upons, honed-betters.
I've got deep pockets full of the tracings, the leavings. Just need the right catalyst, the right soil- I ain't so much of an off-the-top-of-my-head kinda person-- gotta be stimulated by what you got, what you know, and what I know, and which common eyes we share, first. And what kinda something does the fertilizer, once-shit, crap of my mind evoke in you. Oh, ever do I wonder. (As I do the same of yours (not calling yours "shit", by any means, just searching for colloquial relatability)) Evoke and Evolve make a cross in and of its mixtured self. #spewingshituponshituponshituponshit #hypocriteself #talkitup #hashtagsyndicate #dontpushmichaelandvitobeyondheat #scorseseprovemewrong We were 15-5 in our final 20 games a year ago.
9-11 as we stand, now, with one game to go. It makes sense why we're more apprehensive this year compared to last. Not most of us may remember exactly, maybe (what do i know of the statisticians) without computational research, how our year of last went, but that matters not. Last year's rhythm is not what beats 365 rotations on. It's a different everything (always for someone). It's an altered face on the same body ( not a tale told new). "WE WERE...", I say, when I know I wasn't even really but a speck on the production team-- a distant fade on the mosaic of the brand. Sure, I want a Cup. But if it protects my balls, not my brains, I might reconsider. It's bonus and ego. Striking when the stone looks more rich than false; impossible to be the same man when thinking of gold as opposed to (that of fools) when it's finally eyed tangible. We won't be the same team next year as last (our now, soon to be someone else's yesterday), not even two years ago. Will we "rise together", or just be as good as we can, while we can? If the language of the universe is mathematics, then we stand no chance amongst the laws of average, now. (issued by a non-professional at anything -- let me know if my expiry date has past, cuz I'm not sentient enough to know how sour I've become.) #rant #hashtagsyndicate |
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