mismatched journal entry no. 1

swinging out, faceless deconstruction at the pond where you birthed your first appetite you easily fell in but knowing you, you came in and saw me about a jaw-wrist attention connected to the bliss and good feelings surrounded by lovers you are hidden away anyay because of the stories people tell making it all seem that it's all over for you because you need to come through somewhere in the wilderness the lyrical attraction of shocking events he wide-eyed appearance of what you have left these men to many things, but let me show you it can be easier though you have not grown again afer your operation it is exceeding even the possibility of exoneration you are becoming a criminal you are not who you once were you should have taken a chance whre you could end now you are talking to these strange men who have designs on yor mind and you are trapped in between you wish you reather didn't know because if you did your life would b over you should know that the way words work is to corral them into a slight circle, where everything seems wrong and there are difficulties all about you and you cannot stand the deliberation and exoneration and I am worried that i may have not been making sense in the everyday style of forgetting the lyrics and you can see what matters in the end when all is revealed to show that you can take it at face value always following the wishes of others you are, and now divining secrets and eating ruth of what can be you are stopping at nothing to go closer beyond the pale you forget wishing for truth of what can be found and forgetting truths of reconciliation hanging on to nothing you are strangely opposed to the idea that all things should come and in the greif and confusion of the namesake that is written.