PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Poem |
| Added: | March 09th 2006, 15:46:19 |
| Visits: | 1137 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
Unstructured thinking in three parts. |
Inspired behind my own back, I found that I no longer needed more than two hours of sleep a night. The resultant grinning red tinged hours produced the song of the Lucidiac. I knew, I would die with the refrain on my lips, the first time spoken, the last time it was meant. How can you say something over and over and still have those words, which have not changed, be the extension of a person who has changed? Wiggle your eyes a bit, when you say it. Surely it will be a different wiggle each time, through some theory or another. Or I will have to invent that theory.
Why would you talk to anyone named "Robert"? I feel that today, we should shun all Roberts. Why should we not refuse their company? What did they not do to bring a day long purgatory of self reflection, a period that should be required, how thoughtful. How thoughtful it would be to set them aside a day, for a day. Refuse them food. Remember, though, that your name is not an uncommon name. Or if it is, it could not be.
When you think about life, you don ' t understand it. So why do we understand all the words in languages? We need the other words, let the m take the place of something else, that doesn ' t t. The words that are there to confound you. You should not understand everything that is written down, not everything that you hear or see is clear or understandable. ? I always look back most fondly on the days when i was younger than 10 years ago, as regards novels. Chasing a cover and gazing the first to last pages, choosing the ones that were intended for more grades than i was graded. I wanted stories that I didn ' t fully understand. The diction itself was a character, a mist that had color and taste. It was more real, the less placid. I could feel, see the things going on. The ring gem with veins of a map, guiding the goring boar. The shriveled lizard, from the shoe box, given as passage in the journey from Warsaw. People, other, merged. |
nopacity
March 10th 2006, 00:00:50
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| If we all walked backwards, wouldnt it be helping to understand? A challenge in our everyday life could make it all easier... |
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