Toroidal Touchdown. Poetry and words. Kinda wild!

What has elapsed or eclipsed. So much gibberish gyrating. So much noise, may seem difficult to voice! No choice but to allow myself through. Good practice talking to myself. Now I can talk to myself for other people. See through the persona and use see through language. Do you hear people only use bi-lateral monologues instead of engaging in dialogue? You can hear people reciting their opinion to each other acting like it's a conversation.

The hoaxed ghost paradox to spook. In our new naming we don't put down other people or call them names. Dialogue is a 2 way streak. I have made my stake in learning from my mistakes. Shot out in the world many times in my self mind. Looking out a window at someones place and put right back here. Some overcoming of anxiety and a home coming. Combing through my cells I relax myself away from a routine to remember who I am. I may switch it up at any time. Try something new if it's true.

A rather weary state of a time elapsed in a great thick oppressed gyrate. The indifference machine grinds my senses with grim snares that don't ring to be true except for their snooty. The upnosed up holed in to hold us all in to a meagre existence of passive consumerism. Oh what a fate! I cannot take! It will not be!!

It's all about naming v.s. name calling!