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Singular But not the same. Your expansion is your own- My rate is not altered. One is not greater Nor is one less- We expand Into and out of Eachother. My vision is my own- No two see the same. We are one- Divinely entangled. Creating with our being- Being what we create. We are not the same- My expansion is my own. We are one.  

I love you, we are not the same; Your expansion is your own- My rate is not altered. You are not greater, Nor are you less. We expand Into Out of Eachother. My vision is my own, No two see the same. Still- We are one. Quantum entanglement, Ebb and flow; Creating with our Being, Being what we Create. We are not the same, I love you. My expansion is my own- We are one.  

So fucking clueless and deaf and narrow and you have no idea who I am or what I want or what I think or just how fucking angry I am at this pitiful existence that we have or how I hunger for a different meat; sweeter and neater and brighter and tighter or how I want to screeeeeaaaam until my arteries burst and my blood explodes to the floor for all the common fools to walk through and maybe then, on the soles of their feet, I can leave here to another place where it’s not such a fight, ...

So you’re standing at the kitchen counter at 9 o’clock at night making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the kids you haven’t fed because what you tried to make for dinner that was good for them to eat didn’t cook right and you hate the way the deviled eggs turned out and your youngest fell asleep waiting for the food to get done but didn’t bother to take of his clothes or go to the bathroom so he peed on the brand new futon mattress that you just bought whi...

I hear the screaming of my passion as it lies in it’s blood, passing, making way for the sticky, sappy ooze of you and how you chase away the shadows of my distinction and slay the sweet melancholy oils with which I paint so that my brush waits in silence while I go about sniffing roses like some damned fool school girl longing for your kiss and writing sonnets to your eyes and I see the melting of my individual wax running down the side of you in beads to cool into some hard, new shape...