We Look For Answers, As If The Solution Is Something That We Could All Understand.

"Shattering/disintegrating bullets. A thin/loose casing helps to contain the rounds before impact, that can dissipate at a given distance, which then allows the projectile to burst into tiny pieces on contact with the target."

A+ Chanical Feat.

Heart of valve, Its blood... normal.

The dulled, and senseless taste of copper.

Gun of petri, powder of fire.

Curling toes, gripping fingers...

Lessons learned, -feathering triggers.

The world, all of it (our perception’s -anything’s) is pre-determined by just one [a single] wavelength that can only be accurately graphed from an (X, Y) Linear Quadrant.

-Since this mathematical formula determines the resolution (i.e the location) of a molecule’s center mass, all numerical, atomic and radio frequencies... all energy is created through a singular identity “0″.

That equation between a fractal and a prime number concludes the necessity of a positive and a negative set of numbers.

If the higher and/or lower frequency of any known radio-wave is found exclusively throughout physics, our concept of mathematics are limited due to the symmetrical knowledge of quantum and geometrical patterns.

Centermass however, is always outside of any given shape or physicality of either mass or quantity.

Knowledge stems from all seeds.

-But it blossoms, only from the branches...

of every root, of any tree.

Knowledge is only an experience...

Wisdom is always a memory.

The birthing of femininity and the act of all womanhood has created an earthly and heavenly yolk to which no man can compare himself toward her plow of a soil made by the men of whom is tilled with crop.

Of the Kelp and the Koi

The ground was slabbed, and brimmed with rounded-smooth stone.

8 hours of precipitation and dew staggered... the trees and grass were waiting for a fresh set of footprints (it was a kind, a special type -one for sure, certainly) that would become unable to identify previous boot wearers.

I felt each cloud of mist, a  kissing me softer than the world of humans around me.

My bare feet were humbled, similar to floating or walking on clouds... I felt it, truth. THE only words that made me (that forced me to continue) -to live.

Formal:

"Live by the sword, and die by the sword."

Modern:

"Live behind a gun, and die in front of one."

I’ll admit -that my feces is shit… plagues like sickly cells, the reaver of dreams, another reaper. Hands on blood, mud on shoe. Who of which two must you also choose these too?“

Do not seek the comforts,

Of another person's,

Successes.