Island

NOT THE THERE OF ITS OWN. YES TO ITS OWN IF ONLY AND YET STILL OVER AND COMING. TO THEM IF THEY COULD SO THAT THE DOOR WAS ALSO. ITS SHIFT WAS ITS PARAPHRASE TO EXIST. IF ONLY AND YET AND SO FAR AS LONG AS THE DOOR COULD HOLD. AND TO ITS MIND IT COULD RECOVER. MOSTLY. AND SO IF THE THING WAS TO BE IN ITS PLACE IT CAME SLOWLY AND QUITE UNDRAMATIC. IF SULLEN, IF SIMPLY, IF ONLY AND VERY KIND, IT WAS THERE ALSO. AND IT BELONGING IT CAME ALSO IN THE YET NOT THERE TO BE BESIDE THE THINGS AND BESIDE THEMSELVES. IN THE YET QUITE NOT ALMOST BUT IF ONLY THE GAS STATION TROPICS W WOULD NOT BE THERE AND MOVE THE BED A BIT, I COULD REACH IT. AND THE DOOR WAS OPEN BUT YET ALWAYS ONLY REPEATING THE LAST STEP TO ITS OWN. AND OWNED BY ITS OWN TO BE ON ITS OWN AND TO NO ONE TO BE REACHED, IF ONLY ONE COULD, IF NEARLY THERE WAS TO BE THERE, THEY WERE THERE, AND RESTING. AND IT WAS LIKE SO AND HIGH TO THE CEILING BUT ALWAYS LOST OF ITS OWN. BUT PEOPLE CAME TO SEE IT, BUT ALWAYS MISTOOK IT FOR SOMETHING ELSE. NOT TO SEE WAS NOT WHAT WAS THERE TO BE SEEN, SO THERE WAS NO MISTAKE, IT WAS NOT SEEN TO NOT BE SEEN,, EVEN OF ITS LONGING. AND IF THEY THEN MORE AND IF ONLY MORE THEN I GUESS EVEN IF ITS OWN THERE WOULD BE TOO MUCH. TO SHIFT THE BED WAS LIKE MAKING A TUNNEL, BUT NEVER THERE,. SO WHAT COULD IT COME TO IF THERE WAS THE MINE AND YOURS BUT NOT IN THE LEAST BIT LIKE SOMETHING YOU COULD FALL WITHOUT. AND WALK WALKING WAS THE MAIN AIM AND ITS ONLY PURPOSE, BECAUSE OF COURSE IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO. AND SO FOR, NO BAGGAGE WAS THERE EITHER, IF ONLY THERE WAS. 

 

 

P) AH TO THE TOMORROW AH TO THE PAST AH TO AH AHH AHA AH YOU LAUGHED AND SAID NOTHING AND AH TO REMEMBER IS WHEN EYES TURN LIKE MILK BOWLS, CARROT PASTE AND CORN, GOLD CORN FIELDS AS I USED ITS TIME. TUMBLE DRYER AND AH WHAT A NIGHT IT WAS. WE WERE OUT AND DANCING. BUT JUST KEPT DOING IT FOR YEARS AND FORGOT IT WAS FUN AND MADE A STATUE OUT OF IT THAT MAKES YOUTH BE REMINDED OF HOW IT IS TO HAVE FUN. MY ONLY HOPE IN LIFE WAS TO TURN AROUND. THAT NIGHT WAS SO BRIGHT, AH THEY SWUNG AND SAID I AM BORED. THEY WERE SO BORED, BY FAR TOO BORED, AND AH THEY SWUNG, HIP HIP I FUCK MY HITTEN HIP WAS SO SORE THAT NIGHT IT MADE ME TURN YELLOW. WE ALWAYS SAID YELLOW. AROUND THE CORNERED AND AH SO FUCKING TIGHT, IT MADE IT MORE CLEAR. AH FUCK WHAT A NIGHT, THEY WERE THE YELLOW CORN AND THEIR HIPS HURT. TOMORROW I WILL MAKE OUT WITH THEM WHO WANT TO. AND I WAS FIRST IN LINE.

 

F) SUBLIME, SO SUBLIME AND IT WAS JUST SO SUBLIME THEY WOULD TALK ABOUT IT FOR DECADES. BECAUSE IT WILL JUST BE TOO MAGNIFICENT TO LOSE. LOSE YOUR SOCKS BUT NOT YOUR HOPE. FUTURE IS SUCCESS, AND SUBLIME IF YOU WOULD JUST GROW UP WASTER. WASTE SUBLIME MY MY, IT WILL BE A GOOD CANDIDATE, NO TO THAT, PLEASE, CORRESPOND PROPERLY, THIS IS WITHOUT DECENCY. THEY WILL, THEY WILL, PROPER BOWS, KIND ARMRESTS, MMM PLACE YOUR HAND THERE, YOU WILL SEE, MINE IS ALSO LIKE THAT, WILL BE AT LEAST. AND OTHERS WILL SEE THE KIND OF SUBLIME, NO THEY WILL NOT USE WORDS LIKE THAT BECAUSE IT IS JUST TOO, TWO MUCH, MORE OF THE TWO, AH THEY’LL BE TIRED, THEY WILL WANT MORE THAN THAT. MORE CREAM, THEY WILL SHOUT! AI AI LIFT ME WITH THOSE SHOULDERS, SO THAT I WILL ALSO BE ABLE TO REACH THE CREAM, TOP OF CREAM, THAT’S WHERE WE WILL LIVE, IT IS THE ONLY PLACE, IT IS WHAT WE DREAM. SO PROPER, NO ONE WILL BEHAVE WITHOUT COLLARS, NO BECAUSE THEY WILL BE SO FIT, THERE WILL WILL BE NO  ROOM FOR MISTAKE.

– Island

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