Blizzard currents
Exposing the undertones
Erasing the torrents of the violent unknown.
Obscured by the vision
Unsure repetition
Melt into another indecision.
I'm a rambler. Waterfall of thought, collect my coherence in little bits here and there.
To gather a thoughtstream in a precise word
Then string them together.
I get the strange lesson feeling. That chord in my soul that rings when I hear something that's disguising some sort of life lesson. Like when you're hitting those brick things with your head in Mario, with the hopes that you'll stumble across a coin. Coins, after all, buy you an extra life.
...Does that mean that cats are life lesson masters?
My self-image is distorted by my intense bias. Why do I feel this way as the music plays? It takes me somewhere. I'm all rapid in life and desperate for it as I hunch over the paper, pouring out thoughts because there could be a tragic no tomorrow.
Perhaps I turned off my intuition because all I felt with it was this intense weirdness, followed by the heavy truth of death. The heavy truth of death. How do you lighten the load. How can people still stand. How do they avoid the mystery of their own existence, and the sad inevitability of their own death?
Being mortal sucks!
So I hunch and I franticize like there might be no tomorrow. I feel like neither a child or a woman; I'm a mysterious hybrid. Guess it's called me. Guess these roles really are a collective fantasy that very few sincerely maintain.
He had called me his Libra woman. I insisted that I was not a woman, but he wouldn't have it. Instead, he said his point more emphatically, and as he looked at me, his face of content knowingness, like what he said was an unmistakeable life truth, that's when I found the coin in the brick square. I nearly saw a different view. Almost like I'm non-corporeal. So transparent? I walk through walls. So nearly disconnected.
Monday, January 08, 2007
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The heavy truth?
How can you weigh truths?
I understand what you getting to, but still, for agrument sake.
To try and hold all that ontop you is.. a task no one should take. You can't really control life, besides prep, ex) you could eat healthy, be active, not smoke and make your body last longer. but who's to say you won't be hit by a car the next day. Unknown facts are what makes life so intresting and risky. If you can't handle risks your really not liveing. I like the idea of being mortal. Being able to die and go "HA look what i did in my life!" am not saying i believe in heven or hell, or god(it's hard to belive in imaginary friends now a days, or at least to such a point that you make it necessary to go to a building to praise your imaginary friend). I think equal rights and junk should apply to everyone, But still don't do it for the sake of "God" do it for your self. Get yours self hooked on your on "feel good".
None the less, those coins that add new ideas as you boink your head along the bricks, is a very creative metaphor indeed(i think i used the word metaphot right? it's symbolizem right?...? i don't know).
But yea. It's good to see you posting agian allysia.
but you really shouldn't block me on msn,... if you haven't noticed i calmed down? hint hint! WINK WINK!!!
That is interesting. I am not sure what to really say. It's just all interesting. I'm not in depth enough with these kinds of imagery.
So one questoins, What happens when you hit a 100 coins to you? in mario you get a free life?
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