Mail ordered Male!

i just ordered a friend, from STAPLES.com, that i get to hang out with, and become best friends for ever .... his name you ask... well.... his name is ENVY and he is a hp ROBOT(printer)... :(  he is the only one that can handle my love... thy romeo where art' thou? my romeo is arriving by mail tuesday. now if only we could reproduce... :( destine for an eternity of painful feelings ... thy fingers are torn... thy sky is torn...

words can not describe serenity

well its a complicated adjustment from the last piece of the pie, but here i stand with out a purpose with out a dialogue, a complicated mess of distrust flowing through our hands ... now is the time to act but yet there is no act , no serenity

Can't Hold on; To this error!

So here it is, this feeling of doom, washing over me, from the tide of the full moon.
My feelings, My instincts, say something else, but they are forced to collide with my eyes.
What I see is not what you feel but what I feel is not what you see.
This doesn't make any sense; but I am desperate to make a connection.
This has gone on, beyond my perspective.😉
 a perspective is what I seem to struggle the most with, but here it is, my error! My error!👀 My error! Now the tears start to formulate a hypothesis of my reoccurring error.  what now, what🐪 NOW!🗿 I am screaming now from inside! error error error! but nothing happens ... 
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left there

as if the dead bird had no idea that it was dead, was it dead but was such a freakish event, i think its a pickle................................

Friendship, A troubled Relationship...

Friends Forever, yet how much abuse can I take from this Friendship...

Till Death do us Part? The Invasion?

here is the night-
tongues speaking in shadows, contemplating my disposal-
the invasion has started  a while back-
leaving us vulnerable, helpless, and utterly sorry-
pain starts to sound good at this point-
a tear sheds faith but yet has no spawning-
the invasion has started a while back-

the invasion has started a while back-

almost 5 arabic languages smeared across this chalk board
where has time gone? I think, loud this time.
almost to loud for a modern humans ear
the sounds are colliding inside and out.
but why has this become such an issue for
for the citizen
for the domestic person
for the child?

The Tide at its Best

The Tide at its best...

and so here i sit, with out access to my soul.
with the the touch of life running through my veins.
with out the comfort of skin placing me inside.

And so i sit, desperately waiting for some resolution
waiting for this doorbell to wake me up
waiting like a cow in a slaughter house

And so i sit, mutation free?

mutation free... I scream from the heavens

how?
when?
where?
what?