Lands.

Don't have friends while you are working here. Only lonely people with nothing better to do with their lives will survive. I don't want to be a made up monster.

Not a Louisa, but a Louise.

You must have lost your magic carpet, shaman.

My grandmother once told me "Watch your head, it will get the best of you." I took this to heart. You should also Davey. Focusing too much one one way things may go will ruin the finished product. Let it build itself. It's a Nebula.

Tea Time will just enforce the truth. It's known, but not accepted as of right now.

Never again will I ever answer any specific questions about this strange electronic news feed. I intend on keeping this the most well known secret ever told.

Don't be good at what you're told you're good at. This seems to be the trend. Recognition will shatter that poor spirit. Honestly, I feel terrible. We're throwing wood into a fire that is meant to go out. This isn't a fire that will slowly die, it's one that will just end. We could use that wood to build totem poles. Get your priorities straight!

Run out like this. Abandon the abandoned.

The very first literary collaboration between The Box and Joy. Disorienting nights call for disorienting memories. This is lost somewhere in my depths. It has cheese that is overflowing.

TATSFETY
A very serious, solemn, and well produced poem masterpiece.
Box/Joy.

The land is barren. My heart is sore.
Astronomical. The only chosen piece of vocabulary.
The train heads east, my mind wanders west.
She says goodbye. I try and say...no.
This is the land before time, and time has no fear.
Friends come and go. Darkness remains forever.
Each tree blossoms, the thought of you carries my soul over the sea.
They say you only find true love on the night of the eclipse. I found it, tomorrow.
Yesterday will be good. Place your hand in mine, today is not right now.

How could I let go of the one true belief. How could I not see?
Forces vanquish, the bitch is nigh.
Reality consumes all traces of the constant. Freedom can only be aquired through sensual perception.
Leave my flesh to the dogs of your love.
The sharks of your soul. The animal kingdom cometh.
Wood burns slower than the thought of you, your scent lingers in my heart.
Secrets revealed through long lost traces of your hair.
Gears rust.

Tight around my neck. Hung on the tree using the equlibrium of your eyes.
Breathing, breeding, dead.
Plunge head first into the demons lap. He won't let me go.
Grains of sand, washing, fading, slowly dying.
Looking up, the ceiling is your face. Looking down; ashes.
My skin swells, your scent lingers.
Constant reminders of you around every corner. Punishment at all times.
Let us burn together.

For once, the worrying part of this establishment has shifted.

Don't flood yourself with it.

Spoiler: Speakular RKKular.

-Jon

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