Awson

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

<Snipped quote by Awson>

My mind has been churning but I cant figure the burn out :(

@Azarthes

Flailing around in obliviousness in the face of one of my assumptions was the true burn. Gratz you figured it out.

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

@Awson Nice to know everyone's talking about you like you're not here.

I'm sure you're not THAT bad!

@Erklings25

You're setting me up to get burned real hard, there.

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Used to be?

No collaboration. No prose.

Depictions of Devils and Angels
Atop of men's shoulders.
Omission of several angles
Atop me sits a chorus.

The situation is simple
But nonetheless,
Deliberation over impulse
And nothing less.

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Say what you will about Awson threads, but I don't see much of a similarity.

pokemon go

Nothing's gonna trick me to go outside.

No collaboration. No prose.

I'll blur the lines
We like smudges
I'm taking time
Making new grudges

Smudges win
Lines are stupid
Follow him
Finders/losers

Distractions
I can't think straight
Conclusions
Easily Faked

I'm falling down a drain so dreary
Circling, Spinning, Pissing, Grinning
But the paint/the smears are looking oh so pretty
Circling, Spitting, Grinning, how fitting.

The letters once a part of the foundation
Are a waste of time, were never in vision
But it's not the same, using nonsense as concrete
I can't really explain, but I think so, honestly

No collaboration. No prose.

I've never been out shooting
I don't know how it works
I figured I'd keep reloading
Until an epiphany occurs

Tying to curve a bullet
Around this peppered target
Forgive me, I can't predict
Exactly what I'll hit

No collaboration. No prose.

Try to fight me
It might work
Claw and bite me
Make it hurt

Scream and shout
Tear off my clothes
Let it out
Let it all go

Do something new
I'm dying here
I'll do it too
Get out of here

Paint the walls
Style your hair
Fuck all this shit
I need some air

No collaboration. No prose.

Factory fresh
No date given
Flesh of my flesh
Being of heaven

You're given tools
Some things will break
You'll follow rules
Some to forsake

Challenges come
Find an answer
There's more than one
Try him and her

Endless problems
Some solutions
If you are not one
Then you are useless