the infrastructure (physics)A Poem by Julius Whitfieldthe assemblage of this impinged, crucial aspect will administer a bedding shell for the whole arrangement. it was implemented customarily to the edifice that had been once fabricated. This concept that a formation has an domestic domicile is celebrated in a singular vocation that codifies where the derivative on united enlightenment conformitive science has grown into an accustom as a world's credence on impinging transfer intergrates for efficacy, society and affairs. the basics are inconceivable, hidden among the stems. it reveals itself only when it feels singularly comfortable. then it goes off into the disappearance. in the extension and death of humanity, there's no possible shuffling the reaction of it's consummate pretermission. besides, i've never been asinine to the commodities that subsist and stays accustomed below illimitable change. just as we see a development, it can pass. but the infrastructure still remains. use the pivotal aggregation like an instrument of aesthetics, pensive cynosure entity this is my commitment to draw it all in before asphyxiation this is my commitment to saturate so i won't dehydrate or dry out this is my commitment to nourish myself so i won't starve this is my commitment to dump these lascivious expenditures keeping a commitment to you and dormancy keeping a commitment to comfort and keeping myself committed to being clean finding the salvation of a calling and annuity as well as my assets saving myself from coercion thoughts, a lapse of pleasure, and hostility. staying antagonistic and resistant to the meritorious needs of this society i want to keep the safety of my unceremonious, not letting become out of the way and my eupepsia i'll keep you close as well with this appetite of ardency, i don't want to be swallowed by dejection. This concept that a formation has an domestic domicile is celebrated in a singular vocation that codifies where the derivative on united enlightenment conformitive science has grown into an accustom as a world's credence on impinging transfer intergrates for efficacy, society and affairs. the basics are inconceivable, hidden among the stems. it reveals itself only when it feels singularly comfortable. then it goes off into the disappearance. in the extension and death of humanity, there's no possible shuffling the reaction of it's consummate pretermission. besides, i've never been asinine to the commodities that subsist and stays accustomed below illimitable change. just as we see a development, it can pass. but the infrastructure still remains. i gave a lot for this accord, bequesting for some deference avowal. appointed in decorum to obtain discovery and retain the pursuit or avocation that gave me a taste of deliverance and self-amount no longer fathering an disproportion that left me inferior in my substance, i welcome truths i become extemporaneous in my principles and alacrity staying demiurgic, deviceful and inquisitive keeping a predilection and a philosophy of chastity that will become wholly constitutional and autarchic to extraneous power. helping me grow, helping me progress, not causing me to fall into a spiral. This concept that a formation has an domestic domicile is celebrated in a singular vocation that codifies where the derivative on united enlightenment conformitive science has grown into an accustom as a world's credence on impinging transfer intergrates for efficacy, society and affairs. the basics are inconceivable, hidden among the stems. it reveals itself only when it feels singularly comfortable. then it goes off into the disappearance. in the extension and death of humanity, there's no possible shuffling the reaction of it's consummate pretermission. besides, i've never been asinine to the commodities that subsist and stays accustomed below illimitable change. just as we see a development, it can pass. but the infrastructure still remains.
i am my own judge, but not of prejudice rather as i am of objection. © 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorJulius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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