Careless interpretations of sculpted character manipulated maliciously through the eye of a needle. Bending and shaping perspectives allowing the vision to hold, collecting the strings that drag monstrous mountains of adversity to the abyss, not withholding conscious efforts of illumination eclipsing the containment of preconceived notions, to hear all is scattered and pain-stricken. Hear the one with no echo or range, the flood engulfs the slipstreams of euphoric torture, joyously embraced, held with passion true. When the sticks they come and the stones they fall , pick them up and build a house and use blood and bone as your mortar.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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Echoes of eternity pass by in ever-changing landscapes converging in a tapestry of delight, that once held cannot be grasped again, the train has left and the singularity in stride begins, not as one that can see all at one time, can grasp all, but a passenger in direction cohorst, able to taste touch and smell all that is within the mighty train, and all that is without is forbidden, no tangible forms, distorted ghostly figures bellowing tales of time, whisked away on a trajectory headed for the unknown we remain blind and deaf, oblivious to the whole, believing we are so.
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