Reflections of a Disjointed Journey

Raw Thoughts in a Chaotic Approach

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Blurred Directions Orchestrated

Commence by pacing leftwards at the road’s termination –

Onwards, alongside the highway, an escape lies, crafted to dodge daytime throngs. Descend from the freeway, and time elongates for your initial cessation – at the vehicle’s forefront, diverges by miles from your destined appearance. I’ve got to confess:

Earthly kin bear witness oblivious –

. —truth raw, unfiltered.

Journey to the **General Hospital**, clutch blue blossoms. Arrive, and technical perturbations ensue.

Into the gynaecological labyrinth, he ventured, murmuring,

“Girl, let me touch you.”

Wildly destructive yet composed,

Surgical contemplation: elective metamorphosis –

Half-shark, half-alligator, half-man, scribed into waiting tomes.

**Karma Sutra**, disillusioned amidst cinematic illusions –

Hollywood’s aquatic sway, versus archaic reels stitched by **Operation Zero Gravity** to ensnare blackened cosmic sons, thus wields power within pale perceptions.

**Raw DaLouls** resurfaces, coursing through veins,

Persistent gazes upon the watch –

Unveiling eternal toils,

– racial duels –

The verity of northern tales interwoven spellbindingly –

Julie’s epitaph on the north side –

. —Grahams merged, elusive compadres, weighed by feathered masonry heavier than Southern affections for that Egyptian enchantress –

Bittersweet awakenings at **0300 am**, inner guardian, doubled standards masquerading as samurai in guise.

They know nothing –

Contemplative return:

. Smoke-break dance rituals, room-bound camaraderie.

Modern sports, aged participants: internet progenies of yesteryear’s digital undertakings, harmoniously vibrant patterns –

Recalling our origins.

Indulgent cookies – dough chips splintering thoughts –

**Chapter Seven** unveils,

. Us, gin and wine, freed within ziplock dreams –

That singular sensation, bound –

Spiralling around auditory fabrications, voice textures softening –

Your man, intangible, the rain flies – divine etiquette –

_Omniscient reflections post tempest’s conclusion_:

Philosophical unravelling resolved into clarity –

. Street-jazz factor:

Therapeutic epochs eminent – two-thousand seasons envisaged.

A day bathed in jazz-blessings, inviting love-in-motion, jazz-only paradises,

Drive leisurely, elevated by resurrection peaks –

Interpretations blurred, stances artificial, ponderous reminiscences –

Heart, remote – yet alright,

Subtle malevolence is tangibly adorable,

Superlative rare essence –

So encapsulated, all permeates subtly:

whispering,

All is well.