no one's the killer and no one's the martyr, the world that has made us can no longer contain us

Feb 22, 2008 02:08

I'm reading.

You know, that place between awake and asleep where dreams are reality and reality is nothing but an absolute, abstract, absolutely?

That's 2 am talking for you.  It's fast paced but it doesn't mean a thing.  It's colorful but it's bland.  What does color mean without cohesion?  Pretty lights.  Blinking lights.  Sleep sounds good.

But everything is on fire and nothing burned.

"My rhyme ain't good just yet
my brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far"

I have to write about malls for a semester.  Malls.  And architecture.  Architecture can work, is a wonderful thing, copulates with my brain and makes happy brainchildren.

Speaking of copulation,

we have a cycle.  Copulation leads to writing which leads to thinking which leads to desire which leads to more copulation which leads to more writing.  Creation at its finest.

Sans procreation.

but I'm pro-creation.  Life is good, man.  Have a seat.  (enjoy the ride)
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