Mindpeanuts

light streams followed him endlessly through greasy window streaks of diner- layered nicotine an ambiance a sort of godly crazy it even puzzled him considering his mitigating circumstances #vss365

photographers' suggested posed illusions screaming of perver$e stripping good souls of their any tiny left innately born of holiness #vss365

eyes inherently reaching out those two honest and mutem and true feigning no illusions #vss365

normal is an illusion for the sheep to swirling herd around the rest of us wander off their pastures in search of knowing common others #vss365

his sudden numb becoming one overcome with their baaaah ing folly a herding of their shared illusions #vss365

those music notes just earfuls of the world's illusion but that said better than that scratchy background noise filled with buzzing static #vss365

trapped it's said in timelines years apart different starts and coming up with separate endings so touch them often hand-in-hand during that too-brief peace sharing interludes that overlap with that sweet illusion #vss365

their first sights introduced to our illusions another one welcomed in #vss365

a child's eyes above short- lasting smiles for quickened camera clicks half-life shutterings exuding moods set in only plastic staying true to pop-art markets passing newsstands filled tables of illusions meant for the yearns said of everyman cashed-in a million or so of rolling photo-shoots her soul and ours joined by the blues common in our communion #vss365

a wolf now found his banished lonely and singular at his howls at the moon distracted from the packs rejection

i gave up listening deaf is best when the echoes stab you with their perverse wtf absurdity so immensely so insufferable their every syllable

today is broken let it mend and tomorrow ask again how are you? and hope its pain has ended

hey @grok- can you roughly estimate how many times Marilyn Monroe professionally posed for photographers?

a yippy yappy in his deep sleep dreaming and in his tiny pillowed head instead he is more a a form of wolf but alas that thought of bitten ankles still there being his favorite nibbled prey #vss365

i think of wolves as my crazy-ass uncles this gig i got i ain't giving up barks for me not those whining howls #vss365

i sleep beside the wolves and have seen that all of us are lonely go ask the moon when he is full for he knows andheard the angst of its vast emptiness our hollow eyes and howling #vss365

the soft fur of complicit hearts how funny inside each one hears and harkens to the echo of a howling wolf #vss365