Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Life is much smoother when words are not like cadavers passed to your ears, without fulsome syllables that lie on your tongue. Sharp. Higher and higher they rise. A cacophonous gathering. Banging and kneeling. Gasping. Breaking glass: a sea of you favourite portrait of your past now a shadow. They will not absolve you of your sins. Brown eyes dip low. Then you stop. Your flow of words backlash. And everything seems to die.
Friday, May 8, 2009
well, not necessarily. somethings mean nothing we just invest meaning in them, but we must be wary of any meaning we create out of nothing, and the illusions that follow surrounding this new meaning. let us not be consumed by our fantasies or my urge to create meaning regardless of circumstances.