Seasons.. (rough)

~Zsazsa Khu Lawson

Ill Hill Society at The Venue (HNL,HI)

"you sit up on my axis and you twirl, you're my world.."



just a snippet...

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The Mental Behind The Method.

We write about love because the ideology behind it is universal. And we are, the U-N-I-VERSE.

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Mortal Man.. *spoken word*

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The Post Interview: M.I.A

HeyHey... It has been several months since my last appearance, update, and post on the Confabulatethiss blogspot. My apologies to anyone who thought to think of where i might have been. May peace be your conscious state for many circumstances that tangle themselves around your feet. It has been hectic. Lets get back to the good music, the occasional flood of free floating conscious, and positive pieces of life that have seeds to plant in searching entities. ~Zsazsa khu Lawson

notion.

Engaged in ways only dreams could imagine, manifested in a layer subconsciously created lived an entity so abstract. Simply unique but perceived by the other feelings as deceived, because to the isolated there is no way it could be actual. With the continuance of living dependant on its perception, it ignored. Truth or deception mattered little for each breath was drawn from the impact’s core and existing was vital for the supreme purpose is to alert the carrier when pursuance was valid. When it was okay to engage as the fantasy predicted. So it fought, for their goal was everything but what the deeper feeling’s desire depicted. And the goal of this force wouldn’t settle for less, unless the influence would no longer nurture. Ceasing to feed what the carrier not only had, but desperately needs. The life it leads would easily bleed if it could no longer perceive; if it didn’t receive a message daily claiming, it is indeed seen. Suffering from a frustration derived by its reliance on the carrier’s opposite, it constantly stressed the fact that there will never be a control. Its livelihood held captive by what is spoken, written, felt, and listened… embroidered in the communication of the other. Clenched in the hands of what internally, she has already chosen. But externally, has failed to motion to the carrier in dire of need what she carries. The gift in him she gave birth too. The existence she created. The feeling in his subconscious that will never be out-dated, no matter what the outcome is. Lying in the depths, as if the abyss is that entity that will never stray for it reacts each time the creator is seen which is mentally every day. How dreadful… the fact that the carrier is constantly distorted by a soul someone else controls. But doesn’t even know… my, the burden. Remnants of conversation tainting its growth, every attempt to reach out is now golden. Every attempt to be in contact is now cherished, over-analyzed, and fueling the feeling the carrier hopes to never despise. But prays to blossom from this seed planted deep as the ocean to a light the opposite inspired, as if the sun. When the feeling and the being become one, that would be the day. When the carrier would no longer have to relay what it interprets to how it feels, but rather live. And let live, that feeling… that is and will forever be a prisoner to its every notion.

garysatterwhitejr.

sensual.

the end remains the same, we have once again felt to an apex... trapping me in this concept of being the only two pieces to this puzzle we've now mastered. four eyes closed permitting the feeling to guide our movement allows us to be blind to all the excessive. random moments in the day I stare into a space where me and you can just visualize, stranding ourselves in the thought because we rather lay in darkness then reminisce this burdening sun away. and suffer from the intricate image that we so passionately created, re-created, and framed in the center of our coexistence. she completes my anatomy for physically we are incapable of severance. I live to enter, but die for her internal wellness for my satisfaction alone is unbearable. and I am anything but selfish with everything she lust & desires, and all that I offer. all that I develop in the depth of she, she owns for no other is worthy and she understands everytime we can no longer see. when our world becomes monochromatic until the very moment she peaks, and her colors leak shading in the empty spaces I approached with and so desperately needed to vacate. where she delivers she perspires. that quiver I aspire to induce for the tremble sends chills along my skin. comfort alongside sin relieving the anxiety that has held me captive since our last encounter. I mentally relive her often mainly because of the warmth her core provided. days become cold when I tend to my responsibilities amongst awakening. the second I leave her home I end up leaving my mind because there is no place it would rather be... relaying pleasure to my every nerve while remaining connected to hers, sensuality now exist as my ultimate distraction. love now leads a dual-life in two forms of expression, one slowly stripping me of my sanity. hell, put me in an mental home. because there is something so positive about her entirety. she has stained my memory with the portrait of her indecency. with the still of her in raw form... completely open and vulnerable knowing if she hurts, its gently. see I worship the action just like any other man, but express it in ways only the genuine could decipher. even after, she proves my worth for she won't let me leave stating my presence combined with what we just finished aids her sleep. to be blatant, we complete... and contradict those ignorant beliefs that say it is impossible to be connected physically without complication. to be invested without having a label... see we've been stable since that night I engaged in her. the vibe is elating and its amazing where it is rooted, cradled in the soil of divinity for we are born this way. to explore one another in a way so artful. in a way so melodic, the way voices synchronize. in a way so completing, the way two becomes one. I am enslaved by the release she is able to iniate, and im okay with that. ill dread the day if men and women permanently seperate from physical attraction. i just wish there was someone i could thank for the blessing men and women are able to partake in.

garysatterwhitejr.