Words are less important when there actually never together as one whole. Only a statement for something without thought.
Coating different contents rationalizing the formulations of single added words. Words with single letter's acting like separate components.
Vibrating together like energy forming a magnetized exterior. Exposure to something higher than one letter keeping itself away from a fully fleshed out identity.
Components away from fully established words, begin to understand faults of all sizes.
Are they meant to form into a component beyond its state of letters? Or one single letter meant to form into a better juxtaposition?
Cramming letters into words won't make beneficial glances toward what's really sounding each component out. Cramming is immature. Full of delicacies.
Giving identity to something without time on its hand. The subject of time, will create the illusion of success. Something adopting without fair point involved.
An unestablished, unfinished, uncredited maneuvering of stating the obvious blemish in formulations. Formulations become dotted without pattern.
Pattern begins to separate juxtapositions away from the vibrations holding it together. Magnetized exterior becomes less wanted for survival. Survival intriguing sense of believe.
Believe on the sidelines, acting as a stand-in for potential in-between gaps that focuses blemishes without identity.
Formulations become less respected with time swallowing up (describing factors). (Describing factors) becomes less taunted by its own grip.
Letting go the seriousness it's been influenced to act upon. How does anything make sense without (describing factors)? Easy! Don't think, by feeling. Just act on what you feel.
Like instinct is more then words. More then single components. Something auto piloting in-between maneuvers. Juxtapositions lingering as the pattern forming a basin of after thoughts.
Instead of thinking words haft to be orchestrated by volumes of thought alone.
Fanciness will only make sense with a heart on (overflow)! Full to the brim with nasty, prolific, and incorrigible symptoms in the complexes.
The complexes without undesirability, if it's without merit when honing its balance fruitfully. A heart on (overflow) dumps all the rigid symptoms all over the complexes.
Diverting thought for feeling. Feeling revving up different letters in the components that drive its formation proudly. Time swerves around every bend.
Prompting the localized fissures of spaces without the muck invading it's practices.
Components of different formations attach the letters to the already imprinted silhouette of magnetized exteriors. Something clicking without measured volume.
An instinct rush's past visuals becoming unkempt and untamed. Never taunted by logic sounding too bland for everyday practices.
The heart now empties to a crisp! Shows its formulation as a cauldron that assists the formulations of pure emotion. Emotion being the final victor of formulating words acting as components.
Why haven't we described anything about words acting as components, instead of letters acting as words instead? Simply because you follow a simple manual meant for visuals without thought.
What does this imply? It doesn't. You haft to find a center under the hood of your own (writer's bug). A bug fueling an (instinctive formulator). One not ruled by thoughts. But by feeling.
Feeling coats the improvising stature of a heart on (overflow)! Polishing the cauldron repeating the nasty, prolific, and incorrigible.
Undesirably feeling balance rescue your merits without rut blocking visuals by thought. Thought ignores speculation. Taking all pride from feeling. Feeling knows all.
As it doesn't take brain power to figure out regular stimuli taming time before thought has even interpreted details alone. Everything's been described.
BON VOYAGE! To the ones spreading out repeated processes never redeemed by thought alone. Except I deceivingly left out the most important part.
What happened to the rest of the fully stacked, brim cauldron of hearts content? It's necessary when it's never necessary.
Cryptic locals understanding the bad details from the good, are everything wrapped into one bundle. I never said components have to be the littlest fraction in the complex.
Describing components not ready for its magnetized exterior that's already suited to formulation. The (overflow) is secretly the instance of formulation.
The (emptying to a crisp), is cleansing every detail in question. Showing components without time attached by statistics. Free to roam willingly.
An identity for labeling attires by feeling alone. Thought never abstracting components in a round up of early formulation.
Existing close ties in magnetized colours harnessed to each letter in the bunch.
Colours surging like a rope hanging on for dear life! Like a soulless thread never understanding what close encounters with the capability is all about.
Colours interpreting the non eligible into understanding alone. Except only one (overflow) happened. And another in repeat. And another! Cleansing each component to form into words.
Words repeating the constant process of joining into more words. Words acting as single components back to back. An endless cycle of repeating formulations. PS...
Are you a letter waiting for it's other components trying to gain single passage to identity? One rule complicates the (overflow).
Do not overflow the heart to a crisp, before it hasn't even dumped the full brim yet! It will collapse in on itself. Manufacturing a vocabulary too rotten to tell who's free.
Or who's making up diagrams in the after claims of thoughts distinctly different then what overflow's the opposite of brimming fully. Or who's truly still trapped in a fixated rush of thoughts!