(Freewriting) Horny Seasons

Sometimes when the wind is alone it likes to make cyclones, that way it can't hurt anyone. The cyclones also keep it company but they are very abusive, and manipulate all that they come into contact with. This annoys both the land and the sea, who treat the air as a roaming infant.

John Cooper is an innocent man, he only strives to show the truth in things. The world is a stinking liar, and in a world of liars the humblest man of truth is the king of them all. This king of liars is met with hatred, but with red rocks blazing in the summer sun, and the promise of minty gardens green, to the knees we will drop. For even the simplest of creatures the truth will always lay atop the calm sea.

Thinking hurts, do not think. Scream for the winter instead, the snow has left us. The ringing inside my brains rattles my head and my vision vibrates, I get nauseous. The twelve stomachs I have gained recoil at the thought of what may come. Where has the winter gone, it is off in San Tropez, having sex with spring.

(Freewriting) Reach for the Stars

A fond affection for the world brings about persuasion to the outer limit.

Tributes to the end of the world will make the mind of the aching pencil pusher tear apart his paper and dance upon its ashes, there is no time for such anchoring labor. Live beside me and take the vision from my soul, I reach to your chest and feel your heart but it is only mold, you have left it untouched for too long, The stinking neon has traveled into your empty mind, the scattered roses have brought me nothing but a guaranteed fate, the mindswept fear of practical thinking makes me jump so high I can feel the cold air in my throat, Alpha Centauri tries to grab me but its not enough, I have lost the grip and I can feel the freefall begin to laugh.