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Binge and Purge

Suicidal Summits are instantaneous interventions - Knowledge of others with your own disposition. But I binge in lust, it dominates my blood - And lust becomes my lonesome love .... And love becomes my lonesome lust. The magic assistance ... A labyrinth of the tangible tokens, ecstatic euphoria, supreme studiousness, the infinite of experiences in the abysses of the universe to undergo. And as I binge in the lust, I feel the rising obscurities of uncertainties. For there is no balance or proportion to this magic assistance - And there are no partialities. Be a man, be a woman .... Binge in lust for your personal pleasure. And the guilt is insinuating inside of you, and you fear the situation could have no measures. You ponder a break, and end to it all - A thought of a return to the world of innocence .....Of Sobriety. You ponder to take the magic assistance again, you concede, and feel you've become a statistic of notoriety. Moderation - Join hands in aid through spiritual cognation. And now you only employ the euphoria once a week ... The orgasmic sensation. You've binged to the max - Now purge. Let the worlds of sobriety and escape merge.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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