I busy the organism with alternating rhythms of death & mutation, as this fasting purge, births intellectual vacancy, & I like their decorative goals, while I fumble with the significance of particular ceremonial jargon.
I linger throughout dystopian mazes, while I conceptually indulge with flavors, assembled by her exploratory niche, & I offer public work, but I am losing track of insanity freeing passcodes, & I notice her edges become rickety during intersection games, & I welcome exquisitely unpleasant meals, while I drown out crimes pinging in the margins of this avalanching machine, but I am revealed by shallow consideration, & I deny encountering her again, though I question this mixture of surreal options, & I undergo poetically induced acclimations to the unknown.
I exalt these fluttering interjections, & I pluralize her methods for codifying desire, while I undergo another looped session of reorganizing translucency into manageable fragments, yet I brace myself when she places interest elsewhere, & I rise with the light, but I have no destination for this mapped itinerary, while I loiter hypnotically with aesthetics, & I splice genres onto consciousness, & endure functional demands, though I respect archaic sin, & I am jostled by the mystery in her loaded gesture.
I have access points, for the nature of experiencing what it is like to remain busy, & I overlap identically hued materials, yet I still crave significations of difference, & I notice her blasphemic allure, while I trip forward in delusional spite, but I persist with retainage.
I confirm the resonance of gliding adjustments, & I notice wear in these joints, but I use elastic for allegory, while I fear the lack of courage, & I politely beckon her, as I organize the debris, which keeps loitering in hallways for ethical imperialism.
I add titles for memorizing paranoia, but I get closer when she drools, and I flip switches only for the enjoyment of listening to their clicks, yet I gather recipes that produce venom, while I act upon her maneuvers located elsewhere, and I witness common sense fade away.
I persecute relaxation, while I meticulously organize dreamy bits of images, and I give her news, yet I find timidity on a different plane, but I caress the awkward implement, as I beg radar for clues, and I pick off dried sentimentality, that is no longer quiet, while I aggravate the hinges that she uses on trap door promises, but I find myself in a relaxing imbalanced position from ancient greek, as I water nearby houseplants, and I consider the edges of this intentional amnesia.
I wish for a litany of mood certifying agents, but I sink into dampened valleys from mediocre plot twists, while I hide away secondary lament, and I press on her indirectly, with undeniable wonder, yet I misrepresent a key fixture in the system, and I graze on paranoid nutrients, while I assemble intangible houses for these lusciously cropped memories, but I detour a rebuttal to the plagued altar of joy.
I end up recluse, & signaling for automation, while I am gratified from the space of quietude, previously held by languages, which are now obsolete, and I fit her essence, in a snug vault, but I zoom out farther, with genuine intent, while I accept the quietly blending personalities, yet I get distraught by their forms, that repel key terms.
I again resemble prey, while infatuation is broadcasting wavelengths, that scramble medicinal cartography, but I list jobs to be accomplished easily, while I feel gratification in decoys, yet I harvest inspirational paradoxes from the composite being, which is alternating between her, & them.