FlavorsCollectionbyAllenF.Stewart
- 1. Allen Stewart
2/23/16
Flavor
The grit of stone felt through the rusted hands of not a boy but a true man, whose
grands are like a single grain of sand in the spectrum of all deeds of triumph, but never stopping
the yes indeed man from humbling the hearts of the few touched, morphing these few the
holiest in the spectrum of all things holy ; now that’s flavor.
The blaze and sting of the new spring heat, as the wind not barks but howls. whose rays
glazing the town and shower its’ people of disarray ; that’s flavor.
The residue that lay, the rape to health due to commercial infrastructure that seems to
stain rather than wash out, all witnessing of such a vile, putrid, pit of despair, is to suffer their
self generated selfactualized fates. The strong will temper this turmoil, the rest left fragmented
in the history of the same valour. This flavoring seasons the big blue to create a greater
scheme, and that’s flavor.
Lowly that spice does not stand alone in the category of flavors made by man. the
tenders of illustrious lusts that make a man whole, Glimmering glory to the accomplished does
not climb a named mountain but builds the largest precipice to call it his own. It’s that kind of
possession that was left for the other end of valley to translate. The subduction of divergence.
Never to be whittled by the blessings of compensation, for in the unnatural world that is a sin. It
is limit. Out of the tangible realm we are all nearsighted to any other vision that isn’t that of our
own. In the unnatural world that is flavorless.
- 2. A Bad Rap
So many thoughts of actions , an infinite amount of plausible interactions, that only trigger in me
more sensational reactions. Developing the notoriety, just to compensate for the lack of solidity,
that I feel that,that you feel in the half a foot shallow, of a hollow character I’ve become. both of
us in shock of such an anomaly.
the fear of desertion, due to a single set of diversions , that though you wish you could stray
away too just as easily before the test of time forced you into an immediate conversion. Not of
personality but of civility. In the responsibility to progress, the fun you once were, you protest,
because some time somewhere we were told to detest. The lively light we once possessed over
all the rest.
sadly content to reside in what I can constantly supplement, with little to no resentment, of the
second hand indulgence, a lesser half can provide. to the dead greater man I was, I will forever
express condolence.
grim stands in and out of study, slim the chances are I’d return
It’s not that I didn’t know of this increasing gap,
The solution was always to respond irrationally Asap
weeping at the unknown factors, caring too little or too much I never knew which to choose,
and that’s probably how I developed such a bad rap.
- 3.
To God and the mute.
There is spontaneity in will, in resistance there is poise. To see past edicate, standards, barriers
even that of one's own morality ; weather that act sit on a nano or universal scale the boiling
blood to come of such sovereignty is only seen as wrath and a triumph’s spring. Feeling like the
meaning of life itself. No matter how somber, or sweet the second eye deems it to be. All is well,
but to unsettle even startle, is to sin beyond Lucifer's extent. The creation of Heaven and Hell no
different to the balance of the natural world. Tainted scales like blotches on the ill, there is not
acceptance. Swiftly man should fall over the cliff into the unknown. To trip and to strip man of
the privilege, is suffocation.It is Death, and the birth of the undead. To morbidly zombie the
earth for iternity. Angered the heavens you have. Merciless Zeus can only smite one. His
mightynest to shed tears over the impending and regretful decision, for as long as both hearts
ache, and struggle to carry out their duties.To bestow justice, with a vengeful justification, would
be without just. Reason unable to manifest from the non existent self.But the carcass eats, and
drinks to carry on and show the memory of that same life to the kin that do not know you have
departed. Bare the burden the demon will never. The things transformation starts at conception.
Choose wisely. Join the beauty that is man, not leach.
Loving is beyond the gravest offence, in blue times the best medicine is often to reminisce of a
level of comradery and human kindness you have witnessed that surmounts the tension, the fire
within you. Causing you to extinguishing flames with amnesty. There being no more wax to
melt, chilling becomes much easier. Adding to your strength and perseverance. Adding to the
wisdom you can spread to the youth, and new found kinships. A blessing we are to each other.
thankyou
- 4.
Allen Stewart 3/18/2016
Lamb and Lion
Conceit or gain you shouldn’t feel in shelving another soul wench, My rapture comes not from
your complexion and sadly not personality. On the contrary, it’s the obligor state that is man and
wife which all great men seek. It’s the words we advertently throw to harmonize our setting, but
by stupidity, inadvertently dismiss our own lavish wisdom, that we wish to obtain though the
contract of matrimony. This is the largest service a women can provide. From this you see the
savagery. The inconsistency in natural selection. In attempt to mimic carelessness she finds her
own independents. Now if we were capable of dismissing our pride, we’d learn to care for one
and all. If you share the pressures in this fast paced world. When our bare egotistical image
binds to identify ourselves with perfection; we need an antithesis. My proof resides in the lack of
sophistication in this “work.” When man and woman reaches the intellectual point of being able
to live within the constricted confines of mediocrity little becomes of the hallmark that is
mankind. Sympathy is no solution, don’t allow for the soothing slithers of poor study, seduce
thee into the burden of the philosophical mind. We have experience the concrete and brute,
who’s battles we won effortlessly, don’t let the men sit in folk lore of such small and insignificant
victories, help them win the war from which Legends are born . So his cries may ekko
throughout the halls of every Gala and University, forever. To rid of a woman's pen, and cleanse
their inc poisoned hands to be presentable to and as a Prime Minister. The lifelong hunt a
gloomful lion must live and slim the chances are of survival. Much unlike the lamb. Whose
sustenance sprouts from her milky locks. Who in her own wool can contribute to a unique
manufacture. Pleased to be shepherded to achieve a greater purpose. Gentle and docile the
herbivore grazes. Peace at a slow pace, to a jagged vicious race. Together the Lamb doesn’t
have too curiously ponder of the mysteries beyond the gates, and the lion no longer desperate
to count sheep... How lovely.
- 5.
Quit reiterating yourself
The counselling I desperately need, has to come from some greater detail than the ordinary
stale objections of the fawn. Another buck to bud antlers with. I need to lose, but I don’t know
how. I know of only a few other contemporary beings in existence that are capable of giving me
that Hya to domesticate and direct the wild stallion I am. Of which include myself, but arguing
with yourself never works. The Frame I sit on can instantly keep me from drawing outside the
lines, problem is I have but a frame's worth of sketches on my mainly blank canvas, and am well
far from reaching those borders. I know of two ways to get there. But this vicious doe keeps
ramming me in the ass horns sharper than fucking serrated steel. The bitch. hump. I’d ask for
the same file, but gahhh that’s not fair. Bitch is ready to ice some niggas in red capes and
retarded italianass looking buret. A Montera I think it’s called.. It’s not fair. I’d be pleased with
just a buff for that new tusk shine you know… and maybe I can finally finish that selfie I was
talking about earlier… but idk that’s not cool either. I risk ruining that buffer with all the tar and
char I need to scrape off. In addition it wouldn’t be Spaniard killing grade ,so that sucks. O’ shit
what the fuck I have emotions. Well… hey you know Target bags no longer are the best
recyclable trash bag… weird they used to be the bigger ones of all the supermarkets.
Probably you
My custody over unattainable property is fluctuating. Much thought I've put into these assets I
only have a fraction of a share in, but never has the thought repeatedly cross my mind to drop a
stock. graciously did you accept my chump change.Having now nearly a dollar in self evaluation
I monitor through the crack in brick walls. To see if my philanthropy was in hopes either
insignificant, or the very reason for your prosperity.Money is money, but in choosing to take
mine it's fatal If I don't receive a return on my investment. Or else I go bankrupt. Discard my
stake or stake me blood dry what's the difference? Equity is my life. Condescension to the
people of my core, by referring to them disposable finances give light to my greatest flaw. I must
objectify all , to cope with the fear of the lack not having a certain established mutual value
between one another. Because everything that has occurred only confirms that my net worth
comes out tiles than a dozen pennies. Destined to never take care of business.
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An embraceable self conscience nullified with any one constable is how I lived. Clear it was the
constant of my actions, but never of my demeanor. Because Fact never strayed away from
being fact, but desire came and went, however it is both I’ve persistently portrayed. Notable
through the longings we share. Commendation or condemnation revealing all. Never to be used
- 6. as judgment for if so you’ve only shown your lack of knowledge, limiting the depth between your
new blood to a {..}
The following layout contains activities to revitalize our psychological gusto, with a much
more interactive social experiment, that does not require constant introduction over it’s course.
This commutative project heavily reflects America’s form of government in structure, but to a
dramatic extent. To insure success we encourage confined levels of deceit, instigation, ridicule,
minor mutilation, and treason. All to be availed at our weekly “public convention”, through series
of private interviews, that can be forwarded to any member in the project. Regardless of the
severity of any form of harass, it should be acknowledged that it’s all for the love of the game
and be made clear if there is any discrepancy behind true intentions . However if it persist to a
personal security threat, action will be taken to remove the individual in violation of school
guidelines. I’ve purposefully created a corrupt system called “Foreman’s Law…” Enjoy!
Foreman’s Law
1.) Niche: If not selected to be an Orator of a niche sector, you become a member of a
niche. To which you must submit to your Orator’s bidding. Though you may participate in
the democratic process to overrule an Orator’s Law or to reelect a new Orator.
2.) Orator: To each function or “niche” there will be a leader call “The Orator.” The Orator
may comprise a minimum of 10 laws that it’s niche must abide by during weekly gatherings.
3.) Confidantes: The “Confidantes” are 2 initially elected officials to be a part of an Orator’s
cabinet.
4.) One law must be passed during a public convention.
