Ode to the Q, as I thought sometimes or read too much

Sep 15, 2004 15:14

Words fallen pixels spilled upon the screen in a splash of brilliant blue hue. They spin and struggle round my brain a tug o’ war of pleasure and pain, order and chaos, simplicity and complication. I smile, frown, and am caught in the whirlpool of your language. Laughing, drowning in a kaleidoscope of profanity, philosophy and lust. Like a pyrotechnic pornography, psychotropic seduction. I am lit with the glow of this, and it feels like drunken spins with helium dreams.

To describe it, is to try and define it, which simply cannot be done, only undone. So let it be, it is what it is and I enjoy another faceless, silent observer. I am invisible, truly a shadow, only a wraith wrapped in shining wire.

artsy chaotic

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