And somewhere along the line, the thread broke. pooled into worm lines, condensed distress sound waves looped, looped, pooled and the humming mechanical noises that rolled, rolled humming human rhythms of doubt, that high pitched wwwhhiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr the thread, Tangled by greater natural forces than itself, flattened, pooled, and the humming! walking by, no one noticed a thing. gravity, that sort this gravity. taken for granted by humanity, degraded into a question akin to a tri-town's best place to buy weed sanity, that brand of insanity (all the questions ever worth asking are those you learn to forget) and ribbons, ribbons of heart pump matter FLUSH out into thread, thread pooled, polled and rolled, oh gravity scaled for it's background, you see, earth captivity, life size (relevant) against a tile and infinitesimal against the Tuilerie. I ONLY ASK YOU TO PLACE YOURSELF why do you insist upon the impossible task of fortune telling, this that works works NOT how do you imagine that I can imagine that AND TO BE HUMANLY CAREFUL IN YOUR LAZY ABSOLUTISM and to take of the consequences, to take responsibility. and it would only take a word, but you test me thread, pooled, rolled, and wait for my conviction a man, but yet, unable to take responsibility for the weight words get with gravity |
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009 | |
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1 comments:
unique and lovely. You have a distinctive voice you know?
"a man, but yet, unable to take responsibility
for the weight words
get with
gravity"
Love that.
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