2008-04-25
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consistency is a lie, sanity is a show that some choose to put on, understanding is so subjective that once it leaves a mind, it withers and dies, words give a crappy cruddy reflection of what was meant, fonts are like the flavors of farts, when you fart in a blog, does everyone leave the page when they get to that point on the page, or do they light up some sage and wave it around the window frame? when you can't remember your dreams, did the experience, at least, singe the outer branches? Can you still taste the place you were in, when you blinked back to here? can you still see behind, although blinded from ahead? it hurts to be alone, when the thoughts slow, as i turn off the powers, and crawl to where I can stop, still for hours, experiencing forgotten ghosts.
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your vocabulary and choice of wording never ceases to amaze me. 'fonts are like the flavors of farts'. Do alot of people light up sage to ward of smells? I thought you lit matches.... I'm being so literal right now. My subconscious and fantastical art mind is hibernating at the moment.
ReplyDeletei am floating within a fart cloud, i can smell the future, i can smell the past, but the present is eternity in ecstasy, word-turds, wurds, truth digested and crapped out into the mouth of creation!
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