I Prefer Not To.
stay thy heart’s undying truth
lest ye distort thy solaced soul
pray not beset the muse that moves thee
flourish as thy wish unfolds
from this ruin rise anew
dare embrace its fiery wrath
giants harken skies rebirthed
to grant us credence on our path
i framed
our illusion
with fleeting peals
of idealized
allusion
a restless zeal
lavishly adorning
lucid visions
elusive
so obscenely ornate
even
the great daydreamers
shuddered
hushed
beneath clouds
of shamble
wept shadows
shed
without shame
I attempted to write a brief explanation detailing the significant factors relating to the creation of this meme. Sadly, it’s an issue of such gravely enormous magnitude that before I knew it, I had already written pages with no foreseeable end in sight. I shall continue to work on that but in the meantime, here’s the meme. The actual photograph is one of my all-time favorites. Enjoy!
Pensively, with pen in hand
I seek to speak this heart’s demand
In verses vetting no avail
Dispersed through endless paper trails
The flames of amorous subdue
Proclaimed in clamor since imbrued
In rumination brewing long
From luminescent springtide song
Frustrations thrust upon this mind
Soon turn to dust all in due time
As lost laments gather to die
‘Til one day come a weather eye
In search of words to mend the wound
Unearths the tome that tends this tomb
These tales eternal then retold
In vales of vernal life once known
For all things past must yet return
As falling glass from stardust spurned
Scutty Lee is a beautiful man. He is a dear friend of mine. His talents are boundless. Please take a moment to check out his incredible music. I promise you will be glad you did.
-max
mister scutty.
buns.
mine eyes take to sea
draped in black damask
ask, upon what merit
to what do i owe
thy fine mask of sinew
in shadowed remorse
i lay vexed
exquisite.
a freedom formed
born of toilsome task
such winsome,
this ass
grasping in folly
i falter, forlorn
this finest of fannies
far more than fixed eye
could e’er hold candle to
sand doth sift
and so shifts time
o buns of golden mote
i dote on this fire
to hold what is naught
but a phantom fandango
so taut with transgressions
in visions foretold
foreboding alabaster sheath
aglow
no, asunder
plundering depths
taste tears of sallowed vitae
were strength as a flower
this truth, seed and all
should fall as the hour
when tower doth beckon
thy buns!
thy buns!
o scutty!
skyward flesh effused
obfuscated realms of sordid sanctity
below is a shifting
uplift yea!
uplifting
muted trepidation
threat or compliance
lo, golden buns of stardust waver
o scutty!
buns that scintillate liquescent
‘neath the moonlight’s tremble
in cries of haute
wielding scepter
u lol’d
at my wtf
when i told u
what ftw
really meant
2 which u said ikr
HA! and smdh
which wuz just
so totes obvi
wat u really meant
le sigh is upon me
but idgaf
y u no understand
wth i just said
imho u should gtfo
cuz yolo
idk y u crae
idc if ur bae
i’ll ttyl cuz srsly
this convo is meh
omg like (¬_¬) af
and it’s just like tfwy rofl
just don’t expect me to lmfao
cuz hm. u c i would never irl
speak such an ugh (>_<) ~werd~
though i felt u were dorbs
now i heard that u lel’d
and i thot to myself
“gawd, she can’t even spell”
their just sitting rite they’re
all these wurds
still u :)
y r u not c-ing there mocking you’re style
and your making me feel ಠ_ಠ
“i just can’t”
“r u sure”
“tbh jk”
“oic, just not coming from ur pov”
daww go ahead fam
ama just for lulz
if it’s nsfw
welp, den fml
bcuz its tl;dr
so plz just stfu
halp a kitteh
and stahp doe ∞
¯_(ツ)_/¯
fragments of lovers
burned fast
fall to ash
in this charcoaled heap
that lay afoot
this exterior
excoriated
by the nails
of their failings
but none can impale
for I only have lived
in the aftermath
of a restless memory
forged in a dream
i hazard to ponder
if love had ever surpassed
the scorching
of this insolent soul.
but all I have
beheld
is mounds of
rubble
pounding
plotting
persisting.
the sea now beckons
the sanctity of sleep
on her floor
of forgiving
through this channel of tears
from sorrows impounded
in days of dust
and clouded haze
sing silent whispers
amid resignation
where muted martyrs
beckon forth
a call to arms
at arm’s length, lost
dull, broken banter
obscuring cries
as empty bottles
fill out our fears
skies loom strewed
with vacant signs
to feed the void
of eyes so vain
the passive ardor
adorning glass
peers through our window
in blighted light
a hand lay cold
on shoulder spurned
fixed in the moment
without flinching
when dusk came sweeping
the people waned
a brief importance
then saw me home
I don’t know who this wonderful man is, nor do I know who took this photograph. What I do know is that this world needs more people like this. On a side note, as if the very symbolism of being homophobic weren’t projection enough, ya gotta love how they would feel so compelled as to actually depict this “sin” to which they are so emphatically ~opposed~, as part of their ≈protest≈ signage. Oddly enough, judging by the dubious depiction, it would seem as to reflect the homophobe’s innermost desires… The mere thought that any person would imagine a “god” that would “hate” any person is so fucking ludicrous and disturbing it’s no wonder we’re all despondent.
Max, or Not 
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