Colors Kalide

When you cross colors with you, color bleeds right through. You then become an image. Imagine that… Is black considered as bad? White is surely lesser more. Fore-why wonder-what for— Soar ecliptic in response to…; to who do you? Too whom…? Who what wonder for why colors bleed through our inner core? Pour hearts out, floor core heart…; without doubt. I prefer contextual words. Pictures seem to be the more for lesser is board. On the exterior is judged by an individual, seclusive interior. Some feel better than you, for manly man me feels subconscious; inferior. Devolution is taking its place; right in plain sight of personal face. Lied to for you… Lied to for whom!? Do what-wonder you do. Any color blind mind settles for lesser more few. What’s a matter with you? Blame him. Blame her. Cuff her up and label him enslaved by disclaimer. Hate me. For not hate you-You-and-YoU! It’s your fault. It is not mine. Together our hearts explode when such stigmatic colors kalide. -Ironic Zinc inspired by El Dub’s Picture perfect post. 2016