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[Wayward Vagabond]

It has been many moons since these translucent clandestine eyes set forth the bellowing cries of a whispered hymn. The cries of those long since forgotten briefly heard myopic likeness blind to the background sound of our nestled unruly world. The white noise that paints the landscape continually resets itself in a desperate attempt to regain its foothold on our lives. It is this fight for free reign that forever brings me here. Brings me to each infinitesimal moment in life where we as the white noise fight for dominance over our subconscious realm.

Leery of what we see with our senses and what we experience with the extensions of. Touching everything with our nothing making sure that the existence that we live not just a state of mind but an actuality. We are self altruistic in this i am sure for we care about the well being of ourselves no state of mind left behind this is our status quo. Let it be as such that no mirror binds you to your own failures nor to those that look onto from a distance. Let you be your own shadow let your own shadow not be a former representation of what is but what's to come. Let your shadow be effectively that of which you strive. Let the shovels of ill will be fated to bury themselves hand in hand with those that foster it. Stand firm in your position overcome only by the mountains of your own design.

These peaks scream out echoes of your hate and shame not for you, nay. Not for I, nay. but for those that challenge what you stand for because the earth beneath our feet stands for everyone. stands stained with bloodied tears that rained down from our glorified manufactured heaven. This epoch marks the second coming of our custom individualized patent pending rights reserved copyrighted christ our self proclaimed god. self proclaimed because we are the gods we seek we ignore and we pray for. the effervescent pool of life reads no running so we segue our way on this segway to take advantage of the loop holes we ourselves placed as if only to cheat our fabricated reality because rebellion is refreshing and different but only when no one else is looking.

[Guest15937]

These are rather odd-looking judge notes.

[Wayward Vagabond]

Its how I felt about this batch

[gnr61]

Originally Posted by Wayward Vagabond

It has been many moons since these translucent clandestine eyes set forth the bellowing cries of a whispered hymn.

bro none of those verbs make sense

[Wayward Vagabond]

Yeah idk ROFL. I wrote it when I was tired as shit and showed some people and they're like omg this is great so I said OK fuck it going to post it on FFR. Tbh I don't really know what any of this means.

[Wayward Vagabond]

Also the reason for the title