We lay here, sitting.

[Mixfortune]

My mind's another place, only when we dream it so.
Our days task a whisper to drift off another ramble
to drag down from afar and celestial these uniques
uniques from which we differentiate ourselves from
ourselves before the eyes of others.

One's own perceived power owned over others overpowers power over one's own selves.

Look here, my mind's a mindier place
Justicates a-fication to excuse this pretentious dream, to others a banter. To others, dreams to dream to third parties a bantering banter.

Words abuse, innaturally natural, naturally.



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[Sord]

i swear, your brain must go into literary overdrive when you get tired.

[Mixfortune]

Tired is oftentimes fixable. Contemplative, perhaps just as often, not quite so.

[Sord]

well, I'm going to go fix my tired right now. G'Night.

[amtalx]

Wait....are we laying or sitting?

[HAYABUSA-FMW-]

On 2008-01-10 05:21, amtalx wrote:
Wait....are we laying or sitting?


Standing, outside his other poet trees topic.

Freaky.

[Zabrio]

huh?