Untitled Aphorisms Yield the Quickest Results
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters; The Escribe Adventurist
I have a quick theory that pertains to fast life lanes
I have a thick inquiry that contains last life fame
A curious engineering towards living in vein with a massive life dream.
A mind is a terrible thing to (waist)
It's not to be stomached in the feelings and emotions of the average brat that doesn't understand the social transit of parodizing fads and collecting ads.
If you knew that... you're eyes wouldn't regurgitate so many tears.
Your mouth wouldn't sob up a vehement behemoth of pain for replinishment
And your heart wouldn't cracker jack at a stain or smudge from the smug and feel slain.
A (mine) is a terrible thing to waste
You are to preserve your explosive approach to emotional happenings for another time.
Maybe a "funner" time when you run a line or two by that wonderful surprise.
But not while your life drama is like a marathon soap opera in only the 3rd scene of act 1... encore on standby.
Because strapping dynamite and blows for the ones who hurt you most means you lose... Because they knew how to handle you as a foe.
But if you throw them in joyous times as a nuclear warhead of confetti then those very same people you can see cry like you... Tears of joy are the tears you want to employ.
That's also how you make humanistic intrusions into the lives of your rude and twisted passersby.
iT'LL Twist them into a pretzal of special attention that wrestles their set tunes of living
while proposing an unorthodoxal pop that'll unlock their rock heads from the shackles that treated them as untended crops.
These theories come from a nonchalant silent confidante, and a lowkey homey O.G., and a laidback friend who used to want payback then...
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