| aporiac_gyre ( @ 2007-02-14 11:25:00 |
pouring words forth like acid drip drip dripping through metal plates: a hiss, bubble and splat - you have a avant garde expression - a chemical arrangement in words formed vitriol in the molten brainwomb of consciousness.
P.S.oint is in wondering. Expression is a dynamic grasping at the handholds of existence: are others even there? past the regular interact of individuals seen often who else even conntects to a few scrawled meanderings?
P.S.oint is in seeking. Existence without expression is suffering in silence, not recognising even the hiss let alone the splat.
is the hiss heard?
is anyone even reading this?
P.S.oint is in wondering. Expression is a dynamic grasping at the handholds of existence: are others even there? past the regular interact of individuals seen often who else even conntects to a few scrawled meanderings?
P.S.oint is in seeking. Existence without expression is suffering in silence, not recognising even the hiss let alone the splat.
is the hiss heard?
is anyone even reading this?