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...Late out at night, where the clusterfuck enchantments glow in the dark niche creations of the most powerful rulers; man is becoming, painting expressions with the desperate calling for the opportunity of a lifetime-
for a flirtatious welcome whispered into the ear,
into the entry of the greatest indulgences,
for a mastery of the pasts sacrificial engagements...


Submitted:Sep 9, 2008    Reads: 127    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Whats with this man,
This gorgeous filthy man over-exposed, underappreciated, and admittingly so easy to partake in?
Late out at night, where the clusterfuck enchantments glow in the dark niche creations of the most powerful rulers; man is becoming, painting expressions with the desperate calling for the opportunity of a lifetime-
for a flirtatious welcome whispered into the ear,
into the entry of the greatest indulgences,
for a mastery of the pasts sacrificial engagements.
Blood all over the floor after delightful surprises in colorful roses,
it happens all of the time.
These are some filthy men but listen to them,
their ahead of our times.
These filthy men value their time-
go out and hear them,
they want you to go out and see them,
these are the men living the fantasies so go out and join them.
Where satan once proweled and battled,
these filthy men have conquered,
where saints and there gods once roamed and mastered,
these filthy men are being challenged.
To fashion their devious ways they'll fool you and appear to look away,
To prioritize and filter, it is all about what you do-
"so what do you do?"
Do you do what it takes to keep a filthy man like this around?
Do you slide in this grit and grime, do you feast in these beasts,
do you go out and risk it?
Somewhere in him,
the derivative of the disgrace and the filth inside- is pumping all kinds of accounts....
so guard your account.
Because late out at night,
almost every night of the week,
it all becomes very very weak.
The thirst is secretly there every day of the week,
so they go out and satisfy it.
This filth grows out from the bedsheets and cars parked on boulevards,
and so now they're out all over the bars-
where they can go out and feed it.
Whats with that look? You've known about it all along.
Some, always on the net itching for more,
hidden in the darkest reality,
but navigating for more-
a slap on the hand and now hidden within that net begging for a little more.
Life has given this filthy man a slap on the face,
what a disgrace,
but he will go out and fake it.
These are the most beautiful filthy men-
most are not yet taken,
these are the most confused complex men,
the other would have to shut-up and take it,
these are the most discriminating astute men,
so you will have to laugh out loud and go with it.
Whats with this filth and how did it get so wretched?
What did it grow from and when will the cure emerge?
This filth is multiplying and their freedom is out of control.
And now, I must confess- that I'm a filthy man, and at times I too am out of control.
So here you have a revelation- the so-called discretion and even aggression,
here you have the findings, observations, and expermentations of this freakish combustion from within our people.
Here you have a fabulous filthy individual after it's come alive-
to discriminate, pry apart, and maybe even try to eliminate.
So tell me, what will you do?
What will you do to me and all of these filthy men?
Because now, the filthy women are marching right behind us.
Written by Amadeus Pagiel




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