Meets Guidelines (Or So I Hear)

Test your personality, realize surrounding reality's a fallacy. Oh surprise surprise! Inside weren't we once wise? I think something happened, I think it was those eyes. Let my milk of amnesia free you, steals those who stutter while your low-lashes flutter. So you scream and shout that you need out? These proverbial chains explain your complaints. They've already made their straight lace mistake, they've raised to awake as the opaque mind brakes. My shocking onyx and slate feel so much harder than fate, yet don't my counter tops glisten as your Grecian heart breaks? Just remember to fret for your lackluster looks, 'cause people read status updates these days, not books.

Day and Night (AwAw)

Why are you so damn orange-sweet? Replete with numbing desire, what higher fire sparks explode down my throat (swallow, don't choke). I feel queasy, acting so breezy in speakeasy's so sleazy. Like naive, you look to leave behind that wheel you bite and fight to police a feel. You try to unfeel what's real (lack of life) press your thumbs harder (handlebars tighter) pressure point to the carotid you break it you bought it (but I'm looking; I've sought it). I'm reluctant to pay the tax-per-day way, because it smells like purple and tastes like you pray.