Creating small worlds he paces his cell,
a meta anasthetic, this third person helps,
but step back I can not from omniscient reactor,
may I take a nap and lie my fate to the actor?
*her, whispering*
The omniscient reactor. Shake it and watch it flicker and pop. Sliced by shards of time and space.
Everything is shifting and moving
in a new pace.
Ah pull the air up and puff up the chest. Feel the bump bump bump beating by your breast.
Thump thump thump.
Speak up my creations, and deliver me grace,
Bear this burden for a moment, take control of my fate.
I see now I did nothing but eat those two stupid eggs,
but if you bear my burden, you take control of your end...
*her*
Back bearing load. When will the straw be placed? When will the bones brittle and buckle?
When will it say 'no more!'?
When the horse takes the reins and rides furiously under it's own hand pushing past the point of pain.
My lady where do you send me?
I have not listened for years...
You back breaking bitch
I am too old for fears
To the moon! To the stars! and to galaxies near and far. To the amygdala. To the feel.
Are you ready for a spin of this deadly wheel?
My lady break my back, I have no fears,
just the intense desire, to disappear,
AH! in the face of this choice I want to absolve you...
I want to know why you are doing this,
Do you understand what you undertake?
I could have squashed you like a bug,
Why would you do this?
Foolish bear. I am no bug but a snake. I like the child, enjoy playing and dancing with fire. It hypnotized and one can't truly express why. We just do.
Step on me. I'll strike at the ankle. Two hits. Down you'll go and I'll curl up under your muzzle to help you to your feet.
Oh my lovely lagoon I smile green with your feist and your blooms,
Bite if you must, as we curl and thrust,
The end is near and she lies in your womb.
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