Emote towards an oceanCrime n. an act that breaks the law Law n. a rule established by authority Authority n. power to enforce obedience Square, circle, triangle, Square, circle, triangle steadily getting faster in time to the music, as the beating on the stones became one note every sense exploded and I could only experience total Blue-ness, I could taste it, touch it, smell it, hear it and see it. In a bird shaped wound with the technophobic.Emote towards an ocean
Of StaircasesThe scene, a room, empty save for two staircases in opposite corners. Both clearly begin and end well beyond the confines of the space we see, yet were you to walk to the top of one set you would find yourself at the bottom of the other. One could walk forever in such a manner. However, should one turn about and go down one would not find oneself at the top of the other steps but rather at the top of the stair one had descended. This curious room exists outside all else of space. An island of matter. No entrance. No escape. A conundrum. How can this impossible room be? Worse, how can one claim that it be real or, contrariwise, that it be simpOf Staircases
CitiesWe walk these dismal streets, In a city paved with time, Engaging in shallow conversations, About plastic bags and paper teeth, Each of us hoping, That no one knows what we think, Neither of us knowing, How we could do this to each other,Cities
So can you still feel how I’m feeling? Like on those long walks we spent dreaming Do you finish sentences you never started? Do you laugh at what you haven’t heard? Do you wake up every morning and miss me playing dead? Don’t leave me all alone in the city paved with time
I write letters in dead languages,
Tom, I amTom, I am, I am Tom An entity in this strangley familiar world A conscience without morals A poet without wordsTom, I am
I am incomplete, hear me roar The product of television and cinemas Addicted to the lives that others lead
Tell your secrets Tell me your name Tell me the games you play in your head Tell me your feelings Tell me your age Tell me everything you want to say but can't think
I am misanthrope, but with a heart of gold The enemy of silence A friend to release Tom, I am, I am Tom A stranger with so many friends
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you awake
to find your mind
entwined in cybernetic binds where time is kept
with point(.) and line(-) duality in code and sign You find your body left behind.
a symbol, a cipher
a code of opposites
well...
Shame
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"I warn you, Mr. Snitchelcloombe, that the practice of inserting jelly up a senior announcer's vest is punishable by death."
"Ooh... wh-why, is it harmful?"
"Death is VERY harmful."
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I am ever-enthralled
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illuminate.
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George: Lorraine, my density has popped me to you.
~Its-so--obvious ~eowynclub ~back-to-the-future
it's unfortunate to hear about Arthur Miller. The Crucible is one of my favourite plays.
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www . TheBookofX . ca [link]
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the speed of art is a function of life plus fiction, fiction tending to zero - r.filliou
~millykid-visuacept ~m-ani-mal supamilly emile
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Kill the volume, cut the delay, get me the fuck out of this cage
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