The changes, of time, of place, of self, of ones energetic formed consiousness we call the spirit, fears and the liquid saline solution excreted by parched eyes of the stiff lipped ones, tears of the torn eyelids flapping like mandibles to let out the grief, hearts surrendered and placed in thier sheaths. teeth lock lips into a loving bloody embrace oral massacre ,hemoglobin tongue mingle liquid love, palpitations, ribcage chattering in synchronisity, to the migrane in the heart, insatiable, unsustanible addiction to these heart-felt afflictions, beaten and worn psyche, lamented and mourned,the two spirits double heliced mutated torn morphed and deformed , spliced by a nuclie, over radiated lies, and acoustic mimes' promises of changes . And even still he shook off and brushed away all the softangels...... If anybody wants to chat I can be reached I was once into writing alot, I'm an avid gamer. I am very much an animation enthusiast and my tv rarely strays away from cartoon network. is that sad ? Well I dont feel sad when Im busting up over family guy, or aqua teen hunger force, or dosed on "Perfect Hair Forever". Looking For: It doesnt matter.maybe a little but now I dont know what I want, maybe just whatever works.