Something a friend said, describing a past relationship: "I looked at a flower and saw a flower; she looked at a flower and saw...God."
I could expand and write 800 words on the topic, but I'll refrain because I have to write an essay!
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I won't say much. But it explains a lot. That's not meant to be ambiguous, I guess I wondered where "it" all went. And in "part" of all, here is where I find "it"... perhaps too late, but nonetheless a "part" of you.
One that I can know, enjoy and admire, to reckon and not perspire. To gaze not as men and without pride giving eyes,neither as a tokyo icon or ripped and burned human melody, but an ephemeral thought made permanent in blood or estacey. Or such as your writings indicate.
So thanks for your writings and their many journeys, but they are of no consequences unlike our entities.
We are the syntax. We are nothing. And between everything.
thanks m8, for a friendship one day - and by the way happy b'day for the 8J09.
b.
and don't worry about becoming an object or icon... the iconoclasts have to have something to destroy ;) we are not the images we portray. None of us are. if we are to be destroy then no longer are we alone. consolation?
As long as we are destroying, we create nothing more than opportunity. And for a cynic like me... you have to wonder which wild and tenebrous horse of the apocalypse would you rather men ride; creation or destruction?
I don't know, I just think the mouse in my room is cute... as I watch him eat the poison I lay:(
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