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https://plus.google.com/109898461122744767400 Confessions From Romaholics : Wicked Games Series : Steele Security Publisher : A.D. Justice Source : Author Release Date : August...
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What a wicked game you play, you make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you
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My world was on fire, and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
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And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love
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Nobody loves no one..."

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Seamus to thee, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapynow I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road im tierd and now am holding a rose, im loosing my grip on the following code
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DRONe - Seamus (James)
OK this ones right off the wall : this is a strangely written and personal poem
its called "Siren heart Drone" (meant for a mature audience)
a'hem.... im nervous, i don't freestyle often
i wish there was a way to put this near the bottom of my timeline, it'll be my latest and greatest lyric tho, + POSETIVE INDUCTION –
The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the cerebral. (which is flattering me) The circuitry with chemistry minus proximity, (causing a reaction deliberately) the electrical frequencies that you received from me were;
artsy descriptions in accents I read. Other elements of me manifesting masculinity through my dorky frequency, gave off feedback that, officially; for me heralded the dawn of freed energy. So… metaphysical seed, dropped and sewn that day, (I guess what I am tying to say is):
My girl my girl, don’t lie to me, oceans away your eyes can see, my bending sending light like this, in response to; the drone from your white laced lips. For the of lack of your treble and charge of your base, my “methadone”, White Light/White Heat, can take its place, anti-acidic mantra chi, surrounding me, a black dot in space. Divided by the curve encased, the metaphysical takes place. The fact that we’re in touch today, makes sirens blare and drones play, ill send this over right away, and than appropriately play, ‘beautiful face’ a newer way, I could elaborate for 3 straight days. Now what follows is what’s next on the fretboard of your hex. Its between, us; a fish out of net. So this will be all they get. ok here goes, ya, this is for the ladies in town i know that sounds weak but i blame the moons energy for you cute young women never being around when i finally spit the rhyme on solid ground, neway this is about you, you and the town where i choose, and choose to settle down instead of just stop swimming and drown, no more worries, no frowns, im gunna work it on out, cause i'm bound for the tides, not the sound, yea, ok, you know what i mean, yea k here i go, you ready? you steady?
I stole the crown from the underground, i thought it would look nice with your gown, im upward bound so, are you down with my verbs and nouns? I dont freestyle rap but this might as well be, flowin literally right now cause i come down hard with a sound that this new town including your highness have minds to breakdown, so go breakdown, get down, my chic mystique-psychologique will make you turn around and blush while your current boyfriends drunk on the ground cause he substitutes love with down, he doesn't have an ear, genetically, to hear your siren sound for which I was born to kinetically harmonize, desensitize and heal your weary eyes. This is the treatment we need now ill even show you how, like a bow that goes up and down, helping us resonate these bloody strings, while the clipper ship sinks……
Sinks with the low tide. c'mon lets head home. the moons making my fire rise. That means soon it will be high tide, the ocean spray it stings my eyes, so lets go inside, it's morning time, look at color in the sky the sun is just about to rise.
MY clipper ship's on seas of rye. Empty bottles of scotch catch her in the eye. Im not afraid of all those guys, they're lucky they even have a sty. Ive seen farms that would make you cry. These pale blue eyes are all but mine. And yours are like that brand of dye, that in our last summer together, we ALL tried, permanent like the purple in my minds eye or the in the dimly lit sky the night i officially died, all from a med, instead of one i took 10, benzodiazepines, al I wanted to do was compound the percribed effect at the right dose they make a nervous wreck feel and appear normal so I took them, now im in debt, but only tried this cause u have me in check, ready to knock the crown off my head,make it your golden cauldron instead. You know im good with shocking steel and know how to forge blend anneal so this golden crown is probably real, and I assure u from the other room that its safe to use took a meal. Only cause its my deal I leave out the part about removing toxic alloys by melting steel, adding chemicals from the field and as the method never revealed used those same chemicas, that we all feel, all the time in our head to make tiny slowmoving particles to turn make gold out of lead.
so neways with confidence I said GO AHEAD! But I couldn’t lie to her, so I yelled from the other room, “u should know, that thing is gold but it use to be lead. She laughed, hesitated, placed the peuter cauldron on the stove instead and put the golden crown on her head.
She finally walked down the hall and into her room where I was using dust pan and broom, she didn’t say nething, just got up on her bed which was shrownded with purple threads forgetting her glasses, still she picked up my book and read, I said here ill read aloud for you instead, with in a few minutes of reading she started to turn red, the stove was on low so she got herself fed THAN served us both breakfast in bed. SUDDENLY I awake and see that we are parked at the end of a pier in some town in Quebec, I yell out stupidly from my stuper, WERE ON A PIER! She had good laugh about that occurrence on several occasions. but ya I took too many pills and was all sleepy on our road trip, all in all, yet again, i fed my head then lost all my cred, it being an accident, it made me sleep like the dead, that’s when i lost you, or you lost me, literally you looked everywhere and couldn’t find me, conscious or not, id soon figure id been stung by the bee, the most painful thing however, and my only memory was later that night when you were beside me, or was it he that got there before me, ok now i must stop and back up, the cheap words pouring from me, telling the details of this pathetic story it’s pissing me off, like losing the love of your life to a drug, and then officially to drugs plural, like 5 years of fucking up pretty much following this one night, the moment you realized you had lost the one girl, the one you compare every girlfriend you get ultimately fucking that up too, the one. its caused ache in whats left of my drug affected love starved blackened heart and caused my excellent poem to go right off the rails, so ill get on topic and ill even do it in rhyme, what inspires me to try to try, its the ache in my heart that is its key function now when i think of this girl and am reminded of the moment i lost her. ok here goes, regardless, we were in bed together, and from your sleepy head where your soul lies and you can never die, i heard your memories cry, and as i realized all the days i tried so hard to try but wouldnt, couldnt try and now i can’t cry is because i was always too shy in your unfulfilled eyes despite being my inspiration for the last 4 or 5 years of drugs and art with your recent if u can even call it that separation the focus intensifies about u and other girls like the sweet potuguese irish girl from the only psych ward I recommend at hotel diu in Kingston where I was actualy treated properly (maybe cause it’s a catholic hospital, maybe cause I was so fucked up I appeared catatonic for days till this fox brought me down and romanced me for a month) shes your competition….who contributed to my psychological cardiomyopathy however, a number of “the ones” but evnen befor that I was fucked up, I was the youngest psychiatric patiend in Ontario or soething, I learned how to smoke iside a smoking room in the shithole scarborough grace when I was fifteen, I think I checked myself in hen Iwas twelve just to get away, that may have been what that asshole head of psychiatry was talking abouut. I also hit the highest highs, and the most demonic abysses of suicidal advanced psycholic depression, and took more abuse for it from nurses drs and the police, not to mention my family, but I still unconditionally love and am loved by my parents and grndparents, jesus, I sacrificed my life and goals to save my families souls litteraly offed myself when i was 16 years old to end the devils elaborate foothold on me the people around the household appliances and machines, the behavior of living things the weather and the temperature of the room depending on my tortured state the only common theme is that others hurt and share it with me and my empathy kidof bounces back like an ehoe, I express and receive the grief while later, I only know this because when I fall, which I don’t o nemore thanks to medical science, its alllll about them.. but now this, she cried in her sleep and the only difference about these tears the ones a dried before her, is that the tears wer for the two of us, not for being hurt but for me getting hurt and that hurt her, ad it came out of her in a subconscious later state, kindof like me, this happened something like five years ago and it never gets old, ok , so heres how THIS sad story goes; back to you, we were basically sleeping on the ground, I was tied up and bound, mothers little helper’s cheque bounced, I stupidly blame the devil in benzos but as of last Chinese new year I now denounce him,
clonazepam is free from sin,(the cure), which I am resistant to so even tho in the name of a better life I took 1/16th of an ounce I was still wide awake layin beside you, thinkin ony to myself about how I fucked up, it wasn’t even my own script at the time like u even need to know this it was a gift from the big Mc the tragically crip former editor in chief of legal manuscript, this bug makes the dj tick, and he made me, (sick) so (to this day I thank god for the count and amount per pill per day,,, throw your troubles away and pray that it was ok to stray from your holy bible, “psychology today”)
so I was now bound for the pound, complete and total disgrace all around, from the moment u made that sound I knew our plans were goin down that I would leave town, shoot smack and somehow return because YOU specifically gave the instruction to COME BACK! But things got whack I dropped out of school after taking philosophy which I passed, took drugs then relaxed let the nothing drone blare and move towards and away from the past managed to stay out of the psychoshack and somehow followed the chemical and psychologicalpath out of the woods, fuck that was one long sidetrack, but its over, now, it took a year of wandering to end it but I did so…back before I initially left town your eye lids were down. Id spent our whole friendship collectively letting you down by being ur favorite one in town and not responding in a way that could let us…. Fuck I was a clown, ever since I pulled a sigmen froid and used white to get off opiates its been reknown but like the psychologist before me once declared, down (heroin) so satisfying in the right dose, has basically fullilled their open ended prediction for the drugs futute, in one shot like vaccine, the queen of all drugs, administered in the highest healthy dosage intrevenusly is the cure all found in montreal, and than a deliberate clean cut from all non prescribed recreational narcotics, that is until the dreaded lady in white shows up on ur doorstep, I say let her in, and move away never to see her again, with the experience and satisfaction of the act of consuming heroin as your catalyst to change you life and only take clonazepam. So before all that we had a healthy friendship, it was doomed but I loved you so u kept me around and there was all sorts of ways we got down without ever fooling around except this time I discreetly describe further down when my phone ran out of batteries while you went to town, GOD DAMN ok so it never left my pants, I thought I was a fuckin martyr because all id make u do is dance, that’s the gods truth so baaaack to me not being a creep, I geometrically see the opposing symmetrical verticy of our rhombus reveal its true ego as FUCKING TRAPAZOID when I hear your inner pain, im no hypnotist (yet) but u were zonked after a day of mosh pitting ultimately falling for the other guy, while I slept in the grass like an ASSCLOWN. you let out a whimper in your sleep and two out of three of us knew, this chick is deep, from then on i took the title of weak, i had let my biological ansestors down with swords in their hands and in my hand your crown, and still i let you down, AND YOU STILL even tried several sexy and ackward times to make it happen and i let you down, u can tell a social disease when the same set of words are used multiple times to ryme with other words that have that sound ie : I let you down. in that strange little town. its been well over a year and to end on a harmonious note after all this purple melancholie. Im gunna say two words to you and they re not” “I do”
it’s Im sorry.
Im sorry lately for this poem, but mostly im sorry for not maturing into the man you thought I could be. Im recovered from my early episodes now, took 16 years but I used the gear to properly hear and respond without fear, if only I did this within the time frame we had, Now were both sad.
And I don’t wanna upset u, ur glowie or ur boyfriend or neone else, soo im gunna play a song, its called : one thing that keeps this black heart beating””(referring to my heart: that “upturned bass drum”
the thing that keeps it beating is the dissonent and strangly beautiful siren song that echoes in my mind as the inspiration,
“love” and the knowledge that one can be loved and in my case always, I only philosophise with the partial use of solid evidence that I have been loved by the one I love therefore at and for that moment(pretty much after the moment my phone died, after 30 seconds of reading trainpotting aloud, there was a subconscious subjective foggy notion that was there to be discovered by the psyche, at this moment I can prove using circumstancial evidence and truth know by both partied involved, the dependant factor being me loving her forever, and the independent factor her being a single indesisive woman looking for a man who will love her forever combining to make a positive chemical and psysical reaction, that is the fundamental tradition that is the goal of all living thngs on this plant and its most evolutionary form of it is when it’s “Love based” one giving the other what its most in need of and deprived of, the others love, not the love of a friend, but physical experiments that are love based, expressing love on not neccesarily a physical level (like if ur on the phone or sumthing)but specifically a sexual level. The compounding factors that result in reactions happenings cresendoes babies,, are when the energy isnt circular but moves in one direction, when the one party is starved, an the other has a wealth, and the act of giving not just what the yearning needs, but what he wants, when the desired with all her wealth, emparts her secret harboured denied expression love though tradional reproduction based activities, that friendship goes from “limbo” into action, even for a moment, through technology that alerts the senses, in this case hearing, wheather the deprived is even present or physically participating, isn’t the point the point is that the foggy notion of true love was expressed transmitted in a traditional and pivitol form, even though I picked up the transmission through one sense, my ability to hear, the value of those vibrations, though lo-fi and misenterperted until the last few seconds before the line went dead (FUCK), were interperated and acknowledged and the whole venus in furs philosophy of the one party giving the other what it wants so bad, but has been denied, and doing it with love, or what they BOTH KNOW is the kind of love that’s needed and given over finally with effortless, voluntary participation from the dominant, resuling in satisfaction in bohe parties (in my case the girl and I were more harmonized cause it was love based. Sex based, and send in the sacred medium of sound, and the talisman, the artifact, the memory the high velocity evidence that the message was of high fidelity, was that she didn’t use descriptive words (language) I was unfortunately (my medium at the time) it was her specific instrumental natural sirens alerting me to the intentions that truly lied behind her actions towards me even if it was for that day only, this medium I collected from the field is highly obvious and irreplaceable piece of art that is regarded by the mind of the homosapien on a natural level as evidence that it not just social interacton, its a higher form of interaction, sexual yes, the highest form, occurs only when the truly loving is truly loved, on a sexual level, which indicates physical involvement, and it did, only on one side, the side of the desired, the starvd had revieved the intention, and it was love, something metaphysical that can only be cofimed as occurring for ne length of time is undeniable corporeal action, even if its just her, givin er to you reading literature over the phone, the gift of reassurance that you are loved in this memorable case was not through words, but audible expressions from the depths of physical and mental activity from her diaphragm through her vocal chords and into my eardrum, was evidence enough that our seemingly healthy and thriving friendship was being held in limbo while I struggled with life and suffered over the denial of the true real deal love you were harbouring and saving in yourself for the future, didn’t dim and go out like a candle that burned up all the wax. Without official acknowledgement celebration and because I was still fucked up, without the long lasting relationship that we wished wold follow and planned for, the sound of her primal sirens, sent mono ideo-dnamically from her entire physical being emitting frequencies that resonate with the earth around her and correspond with the stimuli, me, the correspondence being the brief experience of hearing the broadcast of it, acknowledging the fact that no matter how flawed or un aware I was prior to precieving what was transpiring an how classicly themed to fit my experience it was, that the fucking phone died before I heard the end of it, I clued in to what was going on, (id been informed of this “drone”she makes by her ex boyfriend (the other guy) right before he drove his helpful and convenient car out of her life) Even if it was “her being noisy” it was fundamental sensual body chemistry, stimulated physically by the best means she knew how mentally by the imperative consciousness of the presence of the instinctualy, reproductivly essential of (in her case) a genuine male emitting stimuli, in both of our cases the stimuli was audio. The rare and most modern evolutionary trait is the simultaneous(I say this empathetically because were using language the figure this out not a live experiment going on right now or some shit) Emotional involvemint by both parties “while during coitus” bein, to into words, (I know that you’ve been loveing me so im gunna love you back) tho words are sweet but it doesn’t compare to the same message sent in the biologically, exceptional quality thats essential to the balance of the bodies involved and there connection to one another, the planet and the unverse, sound and where it comes from and the intention or involuntary reason for its presence and amplitude, dissonant or harmonious, perhaps my reading, my being on the line was the drone, and the harmony was her dissonant siren song. Its our new found puprose as humans to when ready reproduce. Love is highly evolved, and requires corporeal and linguistic and energetic action on both parties to be confirmed as true love. It works like a battery(the casing of the battery is the relationship here), one end needs what the other end has access to; the positive end has its own energy attached to it(the juice in the battery, posetve energy),(in this case this is our one, the girl)attractive body(+end)and a mind (the positive ends underside that’s harboring all the energy in the friendship/relationship (battery casing)the negative port on the other end of the battery on its outside (my mind in this case)is permanently attached through the casing of the battery to the mind of the desired, this girls memories thoughts etc. (the underside of the positive end) and not her body. Why because the casing is plastic,( the friendship) isnt enough to join the two to create a circuit, but the love(the battery juice made up of strange elemets) attracted by her negative mind(the underside of the positive end) and makes her body(the tip) fertile and ready to create electricity(communication) only the casing of battery acid(loving friendship)charged by my positive actions(the acid is positively charged by the underside of my mind(the negative ends underside) which represents my body, which behaves like the warm intentions of my actions, which positively go nowhere unless her mind (negative underside of the top of the battery)gets inspired by the love in the friendship (which is positively charged yearning, my positive actions played lovingly into her open mind(negative underside of the top) inspiring her to do something with her body(top of the battery positive) in response to my positive charge on her mind and all the love it can unleash, for the sake of warm intentions she turns on a cell phone,, her phone(or wire casing) the copper thread in the wire(the signal) the positive charge in the wire, (her calling me) and her hooking up the wire touching it to the negative end of the battery(her bodies actions and warm intentions inspired by a recognisable charge I embody that she identifies with(my body and life being negatively charged with aa positive mind and her beautiful face and attractive personality.) my phone rings and I see its her, the one, I immediately am inspired that its her charge the one im missing positively lovely, what is she up to? and i pick it up,
A simple circuit at this point, is her using a tool or wire to send all her positive energy through to her body by using her minds attraction to positive energy, by simply attaching the wire it sends the positive energy not just through her mind and body but back down on her body, when the extension (the wire) is put on my mind(the negative end of the battery in this case, my mind),deliberately by her, sending the energized current of the love in our friendship (juice in the battery) into my mind(the end of the battery with a bump) by way of the wire (cell phone signals connecting our phones and her voice and energy being the current) all the positive energy meets the negative charge of my mind and then that foreign female tone (positive electrical current) the positive energy stemming from the juice, the love, that’s made up of elements like lithium(in the case of the battery and in my case as well) this element and other alloys, the whole chemistry of the battery acid, holds the charge positive because energy flows, and love or acid can be charged by the bi polarity of conducters meaning they are opposing one anothers charge on the outside leaving potential for power over nature, while on the inside, inside the battery the compounding nature of the universe is seen between you and me, me and the chemicals and elements the acid the love that is positively charged by me and only me, in this battery regardless of proximity my charge is still the key, litteraly loving you moved energy directly making me alternately free but obviously reflects its imperfections symetricaly and quite similarly to your perfect face and body only introspectively and this thing I call negativity you existentially use to control and manipulate me by means of electrical currents like a shark in the sea, but the ocean currents in our world somehow moved me so far we couldn’t be but as the drone turns up the heat as chemists cure insanity, inevitably the duality of the friendship followed the trail right back to me, from the beach into the city, while metaphysical acid rain fell on her black umbrella, drops of synthetic nightshade provided a ground and a side effect equaled a perfectly balanced sound resembling a circuit around my neck and down to the nervous wreck, I stand and smoke out on the deck, and remember that was how we met I stop, wait my energys charge self provides, enough energy to survive, with my new social activity the acid, charge, size, speed and proximity and the voltage of the current and relativity. My positively charged ablilitys that betray the moon like your fertility, a simple circuit cant explain the lovesick emotional pain still forming drops of acid rain only strengthening my brain, its time I have to get reactive, send this to her radically brilliant highly attractive yet negatively charged mind where chemicals of another kind will get inspired as she reads about batteries and his energy (that she secretly lovingly keeps rightfully under her locks and key with her sharp mind and memory should recall the flattery, the almost dead battery, poetic licence and mad hattery finally gets me through the matter we, lost all sense of pattern, see, the point was electricity, and keyboards I would never see, played like a former prodigy, with drones that resonate with me just barely metaphysically,
through my sleep deprived behavior induced heightened state, Ive always been able to wait, epiphanies sometimes come too late, but revelations give me faith that your negative mind and my positive state, memories of how u altered fate,
I know theres more to come but wait, don’t get offended by my state , my batteries dead so save the date, remember wiser things I’ve depictions finished in your head, an electrician would have briefly said, what took me hours, in ten minutes u will have read, I must finish without my meds, theyd knock me out, blow to the head, ill miss away you time instead, that lilliad inside your mind….its way too late your so unkind, but one important thing u need, to know I know u love to read, do not read too much to your seed, it makes a flower yer indeed, with pain killing power guaranteed, but this makes a subconscious need to find a source for output feed, destined to be completely freed ad finally have the urge to read, its therapy apparently, the experient of reading aloud and they ddrift off on angels clouds, you think their gunna make you proud, well brace yourself, speakers are loud, they developed and were well endowed, language and its mystic power it not to be strewen on the flowers, this is my dependant variable, talented but not mariable, the words the use on me were terrible, a bird a seed knowledge unbearable, though every word is understandable, hypnotic methods subconscious dependable, lovely developmental psychology is the cause of my constant source of energy what I was born to do was reap, infinite knowledge in my sleep a steady drone of literature, im older now administer reality and life in place of shame regection and discrace, aside from my abilities that serve me independently, instinct survival evolution, speed all factors meant to help me breed, but would you read that to your seed, your surly growing potent weed,
Im not a normal human being I spend time speaking hearing seeing, proving while your disagreeing now the sheep are all fleeing, my purpose hear is slowly weaning im a negative source of positive energy, that means nothing drones gowies and friends that are enemys, all that I needs a path and an receiver, a sound to ride on, subwoofer and tweeters, it’s the music u shared with me that keeps me going
The proof that our signal reached desired objectives, was clear to my ear which contained an elective, my minds using psychology to be less selective,
behavioral science removes the block painlessly love, loss and malpractice grew my circuitry aimlessly, evolving survival insicts team with nature, my chemical background makes llife like a phaser, the insticts resulting are acute like a razor and amplified abilities through manipulating manipulative chmicalas without wavers, resulting in behavior that can reach and amaze her… the extent of the damadge is to be overlooked, by using knowledge and memory or reading a book design and time weren’t key features its transference of whines from student to teacher, let me out of detention you femanin creature ill read aloud it’s the right way to reach her, the demand and supply was shot at the sky and with lasers for eyes that reflect off her kind I was suprized to find that in no time I heard her wine, go out of her mind, and through her elective design I read junkie sublime and the fidelity was just fine for my desensitized mind.
Literally proving her love up against my undying lazerlove therefore, proving that from that moment in time It was (now literally) one(the one) and another(me) falling “in love”officially identified by the subjective and objective forms that equal true love, for a time, which in rhyme and time I now feel it was devine, its began and ended in one harmonious line (in a Scottish accent no less) and buried in our minds getting weaker over time the signal is dieing thw whine and her trying has kept me flying farther away for lack of a sign that she was officially mine, but my nose it did grind on the stone learning life through the drone all on my own stealing crowns off of thrones, almost competelty destroying my home, getting dipped in chrome, and then ground to the bone,, but that’s ok now because I how I know, I made her come through a phone, ive reaped what id sewen, now I am grown, with skills to hone no more wearing a cone, from the unknown to the known heralded by the morningdrone which is an inaudible tone interacting metaphysical rods and cones in my everlasting home among milestones made of greymatter behind bone in the form of the intangible moan that has royalties owned by the one xylophone a tone so foreign and femanin it may be that of a banshee or crone, the soil of my subconscious, is where Ive been instructed and showen but my chance was blowen there already something growin that knows the suns light is showen, now im alone, why did I buy that bus ticket when I could have flowen. Another way of iterating this love story is a s follows, introduction, obstruction instruction, induction, seduction production reduction destruction
im trying to link two portions of this production,
(the message) are positively charged by my potential, the intensity of her acid love that our battery is charged to proof of my positive mental capacity that could easily suit her open mind and fully charged cellphone(phones) into my lonely mind when I answer the phone. My mind receives this new opposing form of charge (posetive) which makes the energy positive, when it passes through the wire (her voice) the psysical science of the sound is the this is her positive charge delivers it hungrily (the inside of the negative cap) creating a communication or (telephone call) my energized mind sen the somehow gets in touch with the positive sides outer point, the negative quality of her outside , when connected through a circuit(a medium) frequencies)or in this example what we call electricity, sends positive energy sent through the circuit or cell phone connection) though the battery(friendship) that thing attached to the positive end that’s full of precious elements that increase the voltage(love) and the return of the same love to the outsi this produces basically mothering unless the power behind the positive end through the negatives port that’s ready to send the current and energize it trough its body, ultimately reaching the positive output which can either send the energized power to the back around causing a reaction like a light turning on send notification from yin to yang (2 great friends of the opposite sex ultimately consummating their union in the way nature wanted it to be) but for us it was highly evolved in that even over the lo-fi filter of cell phones she was sending her love, wheather she got off or not that id like ton kow, but,, I got the drone of her during, (which if im not wrong is typically the main attraction for most women, their anatomy makes for a better”during” in her case conveniently, ill admit, without my flawed physical presence, Im sure she didn’t just give up when my phone ran out of batteries, she was by the banks of her own lagoon, , the stimuli for me, the understanding an whitnessing this correlative reaction, correlative because based on al the evidence, the great friendship which was WE were In Love,,,, that passes by my standard and im a philosophy grad, this Idea of me and this one girl beng in love ISNT EVEN PRAGMATIC like most of my theories, the ONLY thing that get in the way of it beingclassified as nething between us other than, well im afraid to word it frankly because it makes y philosophy look dumb, the only factor threatening this TRUTH, this explainable odjective form, is.. the time frame, the setting and the timing of the whole ordeal, my argument is tht my reserved intense devotion that was prettymuch spellbound, was appropriately (although delicately and lets say modernly)relieved back to square one, litleraly and true even though its in the days ahead, metaphysic means dead.\\

…. Meanwhile back at the battery
in a solid effort by the one half (yin) technologically in style, merging itself with the other(yang, who is just blank space with hole in it with out yin, yins got it going on and can do anything she wants) this intention basically, act , occurance, showing of love when the other needs it so bad. And wold settle for a simple unbelievable true I love you, (which I got all the time, from various dynamos and honestly I think they were being serious) but neways were taking about the one, the one who ……its un speakable, I took the high road with this one, I stooped to pick her up when she was on her knees and took her to the closest and most logical dignifying place I could find in our heads when all I ever needed was right there, but I was like, ill cleverly put this, “Holden” out for the right PERIOD when it was conveyed in a lingual, indescribable way that doesn’t even come close to I love you, ,, ok im an audiophile and this “ilove you” sound is a perfect fith that resonates with the seventh harmonic, and if played live on its own lake titticaca, the location of the sexual shakra of the earth itself the energy meridian of that location on the earth and the sound and its frequencies (traditionally coming from her herself but a live transmission or even a recording would work, it would be art and quite possibly if my lake titticaca bit on shakras being real the tradition f the audio message, being heard, in this case possibly by the female and the earth at lake Titicaca, but more traditionaiolaly and ideally heard bu the black hole that is the person that needs it most and who its intentionally meant for, timing isn’t a factor if you use technology, it can act as a drug or a song but personally if a recording of a vibration sound frequencie moan whatever is that strong and needed that much and is even on the recording responding to discreet stimuli and is cut short befor ne climax (the transmission went dead) there you have a drone and it can be played continuously as the human level frequency of love at its highest amplitude the audio of the female shakras all being activated through the sense of hearing and logic, and the male stimuli (totally oblivious) is actualy a quiet humble innocent righotous emission of noise in the form of slightly inaudible(to activate the imagination more) intermittent stream of dialogue in the form of Scottish junkie jargon spoken in the Scottish accent(the book was written like that) COMPLETE with dirty language cut short, but surely sent like a monkey into space, directly fromsperatic shakra stimulation with emphasis on the sexual shakra by her choice, and at her command, being cut short, leaving maor to in outerspace, and the girl now left to her own devices with the stimuli fresh in her mind, shakras activated, and imagination totally turned on do to the male presence , which is in audio form (giving more power to the imagination of the one) simply bcause it removes most of the neurosis of me, BEING CUT SHORT giving her the optimal and probably preferred chance to totally climax through the sexual shakra with attributes collected from the stimuli adding energy from the othershakras, amplifying them most likely due to the fact shes alone, with no anxieties, probably losing all awareness and introspectively going forth leaving the body, (and if recorded and played at the energy meridian “sexual shakra”of the earth at lake titticaca) and or the lake would flood and cause a river of sweet water not seen before causng strange happening that are out of sync wit the rythem of our solar sytems and send her and or the earth into another phase like ether, where intentions and memories connect us all and the memory becomes the stimuli for the intended audience, small and weak signal, not unlike the sacrament the body of Christ on communion, this memory and understanding love transpired in unique fashion but tradional physical intention with great results for the girl. And something to mirror the experience of love in the form of original works of art by the lonely mae stimuli, (yin) he becomes the god of his introspective universe by creating art that is “Love Based” to make up for his missing bride, (Yang) fact, a genuine expression of true love between for that 30 seconds pretty much is what must have replaced or saved the soul attached to my dark heart(or might as well have), and that soul is the drone, the unchaging indestructable tone that is in the key of the whole song, the undying love, accompanied by the harmony and dissonence of your venus in furs. Your acccompanyment. The dependant factor and independant factor. the art or love thats created out of it
Like a fiddle playing over the drone of a set of bagpipes, creates a richer sound ultimately ending up as a richer song. That’s life and culture, the art and or life created out of love, lack of love or the memory of it. That’s life lived. Creating art is a way of making something to comemorate the love or lack of love in your mind and heart.... im pretty lonely, so i make allot of art these days, like so; since she left me for dead and we both had left town, with thoughts of her crying asleep on the ground, my mind plays a drone, just to keep the pain down, its the girls very essence, oh to hear those pipes sound, if I was there this reel could have burned her house down,
but our minds were both trying, scottish lyrics i had, her bagpipes were sighing, and droning like mad, even though i was dying to get under her plaid, her fingers were flying and the lirycs were “rad
the sound of her drones blared through the aerophones, i had broken a string and the bow had no rozen, but her body remembered what she had frogoten, string breaking caused her heat up and harden, this dissonant silence was her chance to depart from his flaws and his jigs and his odds and his rigs and ivy wrapped wand honey drippin upon this venus in tarten who gushed forth the art of his masculine heart, thi yin joines the yang and d string goes twang,
the key that she played in was the string that I broke, i awoke in a doria mile off the coast. i swear by the sword of ulyssys and queen mary’s crown you cant quiet this siren when she fools around. Sending me to the moon and abyss on her sound
it’s siren heart drone and that’s written in stone.

like i said, STELLAR, and you can TELLHER, most likely shell be a be a BETTER SPELLER, most likely ull say THE WORST THING EVER cause your a BULLSHIT SELLER, weve got mutual friends that FLOCK TOGETHER, social cannibals up shit creek FOREVER "sharp fanged teeth sheep" identifyed by BRETHERin touch with friends of mine with FEATHERS, who govern karma AND THE WEATHER harmonzing OUR ENDEVOUR dissonence and TAKING PLEASURE in currents charged "+", sea vessel PROPELLERS droning on for OH SWEET NEVER, nothing "like" inevitaby BETTER the next "day, mon" frere, myself sharply dressed, a new pair of 'GO GETTERS' high, but fly, "the local YELLER" inscribes, as I dictate the true, (and perscribed), (in “”blood)-"LETER”! …BUY LETTER!”technique””’s psychology thesis of persuasion,-through love cure for; pain from shame steming from taking the blame for the psychopaths that are perfectly sane who corporally, “embodying hells flames, wicked games to derange, the use of tools to cause pain, so the hands free to gain more control without shame ….and words that confuse and lead them in. vein cutting through lies and psychosomatic pain” making it rain your blood to put out the flames, an empty vessel that openly claims he righteously bears the right to OFFSET karma in is favorite time double negatives stuck on rewind with the fist or the tool of thing without mind, just current flowing into itself sustaining itself by shakeling you with a voice that speaks thruths that the vessel and devil greedily use to ultimately ubduct you consume love your subconscious would refuse to give, to lose, so you wind kicking yourself while he rips on your soul defacing and displacing whats left of you, what set you apart from a caved in shoe whos uneven because the others got two, souls are unbreakable but if he breaks you, ill have the words the voice and the truth, the vessel in which to put soul into you, love and affection reflecting on you a new pair of shoes and so basically you feeling loved and in good mood no longer producing that parasite food, by walking and talking, souls in your shoes, while my bare feet support prescribed truth, a chemical network of mes and you ultimately held together with glue your love is the only way I can get through my psychological problems of which I have used to heat cook and serve us both food they drive me to supplementing love with miscues, attempts to draw a good picture of shoes, that drawn the attention of someone like you, or someone who offers a love I cant refuse, because it me who also has many a bruise, the glue the chemeical I trust and I use are prescribed and administered with bruit force and tools, leaving the chemicaly gifted unloved and unused and undone on the run with the songs you have sung, giving u satisfaction, and leaving u hung out to dry by the sick and the dumb, and the one, that u can give a gift to, is the only way we can say I love you and the fact that we are is what makes it true now I can scrape this shit right off your shoe, here goes, gimme my cloths my cigaretes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe ill start wearing shoes, heres my complex singin the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones too, its leeting go and walking away from it to chooe to lose, this is therapynow I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road im tierd and now am holding a rose, im loosing my grip on the following code, il let the field talke care I m old, its time to end thiflodi broke the mouldand me with my everything about the shoe, its maker your sou out your soul leaving with bound by psychosocial with day moon SETTERS. home made psychopath GET ER, and lose her to a knitted SWEATER meant to the and if shit hits the fan in my house youbecome a fuckin CAVE DWELLER still a part of me, like the wasted energy of a missing battery that from within bears a charge, that was meant to be, the high voltage current, of hot energy. The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the ceribral which is flattering me, the circuitry with chemistry minus proximity causing a reacton deliberatly the electical frequeciesthat you recieved from me were artsy descriptions in accents i read, other eliments of me manifesting maculinity throug my dorky frequency the feedback that officiaaly for me heralded the dawn of freed energy so metephisical seed dropped and sewen that day i guess what i a tying to say is seroquel can kill the day and lithium when charged can phaze can kill your kindey and your craze over sirens whove been undeground their perfect face and al around static in the airand sound of tslismans and something foud induction tells you write this down whatt she conducts may flood the town, and this guythatts on the other line isnt he a poject of mine, sais nurse so cute and fine that flirt with my bipolar mind could his stimuki be cut, (if my nurse heard that shed bust my nut the think im guna get more worse nuclear winters parralell universe but bipoar ppls irony ill crack the joke an ice your nuclear explosoin twice a day while im away leading weak dicks astray but givingyour negative drones away the moans that im familiar with thhe point is im sick, iwas bor with anteenae metaphic that can even change channels lke sappic girl on girl to girl on me atlering duality and thatswhat i get for free cable metaphysiclly so u better charge your battery, start the car pray she needs a guy with speed, instread of the duality of loving and love being recieved define love for me because lm low on batteries, fially the irony iron like steel im not even funny she gave me a drone that carrid me home plate metal armour still that suckers dethroned all because of the ironic poem guarenteed to call my home circuitry and sacred tones, hooked up to my broke dying alone charge that she hears in my voice instinct are whats the driving force to be my venus in furs of course striking my eardrums while art of a new form could cure my heart, when deprivation and avant gard combine to make things into art the the thing that makes drones stop and start my wordsandfingers take a form that independantly grows horns, what an art to harmoniz your frequencies with, smart, you dirty little buttertart you were supposed to cure my heart at least u got it throughtome you rising storm makes my anteenae start to channel lo-fi forms a and v imnow strting to cearly see i got to hear pure femeninaty express its love psysically, wile thironic truth is easy to see, that my talisman masxulinity had no hand in physically and so my streangths like medeoctity, thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculin frequency that was enoughto ridethat came through the airwaves only a dineed, to start your engines, and the elementsits the charge thats ironically subjectiveby means of a whim of a, seperating you from me and that despite ur reactionobjective by only induction by the ma lonely ur still a part of me, like the wasted energy of a missing battery that from within bears a charge, that was meant to be, the high voltage current, of hot energy. The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the ceribral which is flattering me, the circuitry with chemistry minus proximity causing a reacton deliberatly the electical frequeciesthat you recieved from me were artsy descriptions in accents i read, other eliments of me manifesting maculinity throug my dorky frequency the feedback that officiaaly for me heralded the dawn of freed energy so metephisical seed dropped and sewen that day i guess what i a tying to say is seroquel can kill the day and lithium when charged can phaze can kill your kindey and your craze over sirens whove been undeground their perfect face and al around static in the airand sound of tslismans and something foud induction tells you write this down whatt she conducts may flood the town, and this guythatts on the other line isnt he a poject of mine, sais nurse so cute and fine that flirt with my bipolar mind could his stimuki be cut, (if my nurse heard that shed bust my nut the think im guna get more worse nuclear winters parralell universe but bipoar ppls irony ill crack the joke an ice your nuclear explosoin twice a day while im away leading weak dicks astray but givingyour negative drones away the moans that im familiar with thhe point is im sick, iwas bor with anteenae metaphic that can even change channels lke sappic girl on girl to girl on me atlering duality and thatswhat i get for free cable metaphysiclly so u better charge your battery, start the car pray she needs a guy with speed, instread of the duality of loving and love being recieved define love for me because lm low on batteries, fially the irony iron like steel im not even funny she gave me a drone that carrid me home plate metal armour still that suckers dethroned all because of the ironic poem guarenteed to call my home circuitry and sacred tones, hooked up to my broke dying alone charge that she hears in my voice instinct are whats the driving force to be my venus in furs of course striking my eardrums while art of a new form could cure my heart, when deprivation and avant gard combine to make things into art the the thing that makes drones stop and start my wordsandfingers take a form that independantly grows horns, what an art to harmoniz your frequencies with, smart, you dirty little buttertart you were supposed to cure my heart at least u got it throughtome you rising storm makes my anteenae start to channel lo-fi forms a and v imnow strting to cearly see i got to hear pure femeninaty express its love psysically, wile thironic truth is easy to see, that my talisman masxulinity had no hand in physically and so my streangths like medeocrity, knowledge from insanity, ven as we do not speak im by means of psychology, halucinating ike the freak i came to be when removed from my induction into duality, im physicaly exhasted now butknowledge of your sound and how my inner strenthand weaknesses make me say in my hed wat a grT TRIP THIS IS, ALTHOUGH ONG AND UNCOMFORTABLE AT LES I STILL HAVE ROCK AND ROLL AND BY DIVINE TIMING WE TOO A STROLL ADNTALKED A LITTLE THATS MY GOAL AND NOTHING DRONES AND HEAVY STONES WERE LEVITATED WITH THE MOAN OF SIRENSS BUT YOUR NOT A PHONE AND NO SUPRIZE CANT LEAVE ALONE OW I THRIV OFF DIAL TONED CAUSE IM DEPENDANT ON YOU STONE THE TALISMAN YOU CALL MY HHOME AND THAT TIE YOU CALLED ME ON THE PHON YOU WERE IN MY HEAD SAFE IN YOUR HOME BAD TIMING AND A HEAVY TONE BATTERIES DEAD: NOW WERE NOTHING DRONES....................................................................... thisescwe took a short boat that sent out a masculin frequency that was enoughto ridethat came through the airwaves only a dineed, to start your engines, and the elementsits the charge thats ironically subjectiveby means of a whim of a, seperating you from me and that despite ur reactionobjective by only induction by the ma lonely
The positive attraction to your conductive psyche, is a form in itself existing in me, subjective almost ironically, the circuitry, being both electricity and imaginary cranked up high by your fun chemistry by way of the cerebral. (which is flattering me) The circuitry with chemistry minus proximity, (causing a reaction deliberately) the electrical frequencies that you received from me were;
artsy descriptions in accents I read. Other elements of me manifesting masculinity through my dorky frequency, gave off feedback that, officially; for me heralded the dawn of freed energy. So… metaphysical seed, dropped and sewn that day, (I guess what I am tying to say is): Seroquel can ‘kill.
The day’, and lithium (when charged) can phase, can kill your kidneys and your ‘“crazy” laser ray’s perspective.’
Meant for sirens, waves, underground stalactites, space, drops of acid rain onto your base.
Meant to cauterize with time and phase the straight; your sex, the Vikings take, and that edge they use to reap and waste. ((their secret way through; to slice through the glazed over passageway, that freezes waves of blood they made. Turned to crimson ice seen by my red hot rays, melt into salty ocean sprays) Then not so far away at night I kill the day and reap twilight, my heat turns from red to white like scars that weep acid rain despite my efforts, however insane, you do this over and over again) Relief; from emotional THEN/BY physical pain.
In that order, we’re both deranged.
My girl my girl, don’t lie to me, oceans away your eyes can see, my bending sending light like this, in response to; the drone from your white laced lips. For the of lack of your treble and charge of your base, my “methadone”, White Light/White Heat, can take its place, anti-acidic mantra chi, surrounding me, a black dot in space. Divided by the curve encased, the metaphysical takes place. The fact that we’re in touch today, makes sirens blare and drones play, ill send this over right away, and than appropriately play, ‘beautiful face’ a newer way, I could elaborate for 3 straight days. Now what follows is what’s next on the fretboard of your hex. Its between, us; a fish out of net. So this will be all they get.
Þ+//: a'hem.... im nervous, i don't freestyle often
i wish there was a way to put this near the bottom of my timeline, it'll be my latest and greatest lyric tho, ok here goes, ya, this is for the ladies in town i know that sounds weak but i blame the moons energy for you cute young women never being around when i finally spit the ryme on solid ground, neway this is about you, you and the town where i choose, and choose to settle down instead of just drown, no more worries, no frowns, im gunna work it on out, cause i'm bound for the tides, not the sound, yea, ok, you know what i mean, yea k here i go, you ready? you steady?
I stole the crown from the underground, i thought it would look nice with your gown, im upward bound so, are you down with my verbs and nouns? I dont freestyle rap but this might as well be, flowin literally right now cause i come down hard with a sound that this new town including your highness have minds to breakdown, so go breakdown, get down,
my chic mystique-psychologique will make you turn around and blush while your current boyfriends drunk on the ground he substitutes love with down cause he doesn't have an ear to hear your siren sound that I was born to harmonize, desensitize and heal your eyes. This is the treatment we need now ill even show you how, like a bow that goes up and down, helping us resonate these bloody strings,
while the clipper ship sinks with the low tide.
c'mon the moons making my fire rise. the ocean spray it stings m eyes, lets go inside, it's morning time, look at colour in the sky the sun is just about to rise.
MY clipper ship's on seas of rye. Empty bottles catch her in the eye. Im not afraid of all you guys ur lucky you even have a sty, ive seen farms that would make you cry,. “JAMES M¹fARLANE said;
Seroquel can ‘kill.
The day’, and lithium (when charged) can phase, can kill your kidneys and your ‘“crazy” laser ray’s perspective.’
Meant for sirens, waves, underground stalactites, space, drops of acid rain onto your base.
Meant to cauterize with time and phase the straight; your sex, the Vikings take, and that edge they use to reap and waste. ((their secret way through; to slice through the glazed over passageway, that freezes waves of blood they made. Turned to crimson ice seen by my red hot rays, melt into salty ocean sprays) Then not so far away at night I kill the day and reap twilight, my heat turns from red to white like scars that weep acid rain despite my efforts, however insane, you do this over and over again) Relief; from emotional THEN/BY physical pain.
In that order, we’re both deranged. like i said, STELLAR, and you can TELLHER, most likely shell be a be a BETTER SPELLER, most likely ull say THE WORST THING EVER cause your a BULLSHIT SELLER, weve got mutual friends that FLOCK TOGETHER, social cannibals up shit creek FOREVER "sharp fanged teeth sheep" identifyed by BRETHERin touch with friends of mine with FEATHERS, who govern karma AND THE WEATHER harmonzing OUR ENDEVOUR dissonence and TAKING PLEASURE in currents charged "+", sea vessel PROPELLERS droning on for OH SWEET NEVER, nothing "like" inevitaby BETTER the next "day, mon" frere, myself sharply dressed, a new pair of 'GO GETTERS' high, but fly, "the local YELLER" inscribes, as I dictate the true, (and perscribed), (in “”blood)-"LETER”! …BUY LETTER!”technique””’s psychology thesis of persuasion,-through love cure for; pain from shame steming from taking the blame for the psychopaths that are perfectly sane who corporally, “embodying hells flames, wicked games to derange, the use of tools to cause pain, so the hands free to gain more control without shame ….and words that confuse and lead them in. vein cutting through lies and psychosomatic pain” making it rain your blood to put out the flames, an empty vessel that openly claims he righteously bears the right to OFFSET karma in is favorite time double negatives stuck on rewind with the fist or the tool of thing without mind, just current flowing into itself sustaining itself by shakeling you with a voice that speaks thruths that the vessel and devil greedily use to ultimately ubduct you consume love your subconscious would refuse to give, to lose, so you wind kicking yourself while he rips on your soul defacing and displacing whats left of you, what set you apart from a caved in shoe whos uneven because the others got two, souls are unbreakable but if he breaks you, ill have the words the voice and the truth, the vessel in which to put soul into you, love and affection reflecting on you a new pair of shoes and so basically you feeling loved and in good mood no longer producing that parasite food, by walking and talking, souls in your shoes, while my bare feet support prescribed truth, a chemical network of mes and you ultimately held together with glue your love is the only way I can get through my psychological problems of which I have used to heat cook and serve us both food they drive me to supplementing love with miscues, attempts to draw a good picture of shoes, that drawn the attention of someone like you, or someone who offers a love I cant refuse, because it me who also has many a bruise, the glue the chemeical I trust and I use are prescribed and administered with bruit force and tools, leaving the chemicaly gifted unloved and unused and undone on the run with the songs you have sung, giving u satisfaction, and leaving u hung out to dry by the sick and the dumb, and the one, that u can give a gift to, is the only way we can say I love you and the fact that we are is what makes it true now I can scrape this shit right off your shoe, here goes, gimme my cloths my cigaretes prescribed glue, a roof over my head a bed and you, and then maybe ill start wearing shoes, heres my complex singin the blues, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapynow I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road im tierd and now am holding a rose, im loosing my grip on the following code,It’s meant for: a couple; of different: ppl 1 knø james ((pérsunµli);
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Shared publicly - Feb 24, 2016 Seamus to thee, from my effort unsatisfied underground nothingdrones, its letting go and walking away from it to choose to lose, this is therapynow I need to go, you know it and I got the show on the road im tierd and now am holding a rose, im loosing my grip on the following code, It’s meant for: a couple; of different: ppl 1 knø james ((pérsunµli);
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