Ramble ramble candle ankle

[dull boy]

Reality can never be as intoxicating as a lie. That's why most never speak from conscious places when they write. We honor phases. Improvise
thoughts to frame them in our minds. Often changing. Who am I? I'm lost in paintings. Losing sight of all that made me... Suicide.
Born again. New perspectives forcing him to choose direction. The more you live the more you sense that your convictions aren't you forever.
Reform defenses. Remove the pressure. Ignore consensus. Mute their presence. Forget reality. Your impressions constitute successes.
I'm selling opinions; what I really think. Consumers judge my personality on my ability to do it without willingly approving.
Humility's a tool I use to seem civil; meek; unassuming. It facilitates a few things, but sometimes I feel too guilty. Think abusing.
I see the chinks in your armor. I read your needs. I can author a piece of your dreams so it seems you're asleep when I speak. I can conjure
peace in your chakra and release where you're haunted;
so long as you believe in its offers. I sell you opinions. Perhaps you need to be teased and intrigued for belief to be honored.
Perhaps you see what you see, and think there's no posture. Perhaps you think what you think and need to see to be collared.
My speeches are leashes. You're only free from my fodder when I release you from reading. By then my reasoning's conquered
your thinking. It all has to have a point, right? Some scheme. Some direction, if only abstraction. I hint at tones and enact them.
Disrobe the attractions as bogus, then ask them to throw in their cash when it's time so that we might dethrone those who've captured
our souls. When it actually, I wrote and designed all those cheating contraptions. I'm a thief of your passions.
How you think is my habit. I'm forever intrigued by your practices. Your reasons. I atlas so that I might teach you to have what's
out of your reaches. It's magic to those who can't seem to imagine how easily you seem to be screaming for it to happen.

[Witty]

Reality can never be as intoxicating as a lie. That's why most never speak from conscious places when they write.


This was perfect....this is all I have read, but it is perfect lol and also, incredibly true...and I think I know how you know it is true because I know how I know it is true.

But yes...that line was perfectly written, perfectly worded, perfectly everything really.

I'll get at the rest of this soon, but props on that first line lol I just read it and had to comment on it, couldn't wait to finish the piece before I did so cuz I liked that line a lot.

[Zen]

Everything dullboy writes is with a diagonal blade cut, go parallel u wack faggot

lol

I see the chinks in your armor. I read your needs. I can author a piece of your dreams so it seems you're asleep when I speak. I can conjure
peace in your chakra and release where you're haunted;
so long as you believe in its offers. I sell you opinions. Perhaps you need to be teased and intrigued for belief to be honored.
^^That was dope as fuck.

The structure of this was cool to me. The way it was seperated into seperate stanzas, sometimes in mid sentence, helps the reader match the flow and pace as you intended. The coolest piece I've read from you in awhile.

[Ghost1]

Awesome. Flow was insane too.

[Vulgar]

Nice.

[El Muffin]

I can appreciate this

[dead man]

first line was pretty fantastic.

New perspectives forcing him to choose direction. The more you live the more you sense that your convictions aren't you forever.

sharp.

I see the chinks in your armor. I read your needs. I can author a piece of your dreams so it seems you're asleep when I speak.

headshot.

i like how you pick apart psychic mannerisms that are more-or-less universal and attack them head-on. you are a conscious observer for better or worse. chained to your strange sense of awareness. i imagine its difficult and makes you sad. its hard to catch your wave and float on under these conditions. you've dropped anchor and opted to sit on the beach.

your writing is insightful to the point of instability. its anxiety-producing and insecure. comfortable in it's scaly skin. almost a shame to admit how highly it resonates..

thanks


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[david stern razor burns]

Another exercise in lyrical mastery. Excellent work. Seemed more inspired and less dreary than some of your most recent posts. It read like you cared more, and put more time into the verse. I liked that a lot. Enjoyable, intelligent, well written and extremely technical on the flow /scheming side of things. Always a pleasure to read, this was great work.