New Modl List 2010 Australia

Lifting pure state.

The spirit rises,

The reason comes down and my self,

my inmost being,

transcends time and space

to float into the infinite.

not be not be: Rebirth of the soul



In its most real.


Today I have the ability to transform into light
In the dark,

sorrow in creation, artistic sublimation

in existential pain. Then the horror

becomes beauty

blood becomes poetry, and the tears



a sea that flows the eternal.

certainly

There is a lot of worms in us.

But some of them,

Eventually

Transmute: Moved
skin


And

perceive things from different directions.

And then

Nothing is what it used to be, even



For ourselves we are.

"Here" fades to "beyond," All of a sudden



And nothing seems to turn anything and everything reappears.

moral values,

Aesthetic, Social

,

Lose its apparent value.

And in other, different, complete

We

Despite having nothing

In view of those who have transmuted

.


In this new look
We become lighter, freed us
weight


How long have charged

Resigned.

Every day I wake up here

be struggling to get the worm

and become the butterfly,

For failure to crawl

and see how they grow my wings,

To fly beyond.

And even though you run the risk of flying a

briefly and then die ...

metamorphosis Bless!

Twenty-four hours in the air,

They become timeless ...

Pick 3 Common Numbers

Piedras

Accustomed to pain
reiterated
But So familiar yet so capable of altering the body
In each of his appearances bleak. Hormones and body processes

What are the marble where the feelings are sculpted
That would not have.
A rough stone, immutable

Thus I would like to submit my life to the cosmos.
Without pretense, without eccentricity
No liquids or chemical reactions that make me be

More than just a boulder
In the serenity of an unspoiled landscape. Where the world

Stop being world

Y is simply a word without meaning,
unavoidable ignorance of the inorganic,
nonexistent.
But is the need for air, my prison.
The notion of something, my sin.
The issue innate feeling, my sentence to misery.
try to forget my condition and my ghosts
And take off that suit ultra sensory embarrassed me so much.
I Abstract of the universe shows me walking on clouds senses

anesthesia that are outlined in an unknown direction,
Perhaps toward that dream landscape.
Sleep sleep my organs visible


tangible Sleep Sleep Sleep
flavors and aromas sounds
And therefore
Along with all
Sleep reality in which I am eternally
inexorably immersed Tragically
.
there and only there
I exist.

Places In Orlando With Glory Holes

Individuals
full of nuances and costumes
That is, while Bourgeois and vagabonds
Martyrs and executioners
Moralists and indecent

-thousands of characters living in them, walk like

ants climbing towards the brain masks
Carry
roles and a script to undefined
or perhaps

for many scripts provided strictly for
and flawless execution, with no margin for error. Overpopulation
internal
Everyone walking alongside its antithesis.
Sometimes
difficult to tell which of the two reflects the shadow
(If it reflects some of them at all).
Sometimes the costumes are intertwined
and are strikingly strange combinations.
Personalities, antagonists and hybrid
They form the different layers of these structures onions
Constituting a whole, which in turn is a reflection not
of any in the mirror
Ergo, which in turn, is nothing.

Dog Bad Skin And Hair Loss

The world and I go out of date.
I tried to understand, but difficult to see reconciliation.
I tried to get into his head, squeezing his intestines
,
shape in his belly,
however, I always end up in his stool.
The world looks at me with eyes of hate
but the world is, for me, a blind hypocrite.
Someday, I want to look at me you took the blinders
that prejudice has entangled you.
potential values \u200b\u200bare those which govern in your brain;
potential values \u200b\u200bcall them, yawning
to your convention. Sleepy
, hoarse while
tell you stories that you have not heard;
only find joy in folktales, fables
millennia.

World, go to sleep,
you are more beautiful when you dream. Disfigured

Self Laundry Upper East Side

Oxymoron

silent figure who speak languages \u200b\u200b
radiate flashes of light flashes
your eyes dark and falling
float in the air and explode into a thousand colors

colorless amorphous form, so
hide under a cry that sounds optimistic and

strange melodies emerge a thousand throats stiff

which air is green and unripe
cosmic explosions
reborn reborn today today to tomorrow
remora absorb nothing, Siphon
atoms
permeable vacuum and
is a space full of heartless souls and
audible silences and a field tour
convulsions and explodes into pieces and invisible perishable
Disfigured
silent figure who speak languages \u200b\u200bof the world
have blotted out their existence
beautiful things have corrupted the entire
Why have stained the pure and innocent?