I feel most inspired introverted in Maths. No one to talk to, not enough to occupy my mind (mostly due to my lack of involvement in my classwork). Consider this my inner workings of thought... or something. Notice it isn't all original.
I lay back after seven
Remove the last hypnotist
Just how tall do you want this building?
Unnecessary box.
"I am allowed to hate you aren't I?"
"You're allowed to hate the whole world, but you will struggle finding anything to gain from it."
I want to draw tears from their eyes
There is a time for Math
And a time for Music
But how can you possibly tell the two apart?
Grand romantic gesture
Buy plywood today
Then
Break it
Fix it
Flower lock and key
It is what I am doing
Part macief.
What Fred must think...
IDONOTKNOWHOWTOListen28
There is no true cleanser.
Love is not equal to Lust.
Love is greater then Lust.
Lust divided by Love equals Lust times Love divided by Serendipity.
Therefore Love times Lust to the power of minus one is equal to Lust times Love to the power of minus 1 divided by Serendipity times Love.
Therefore one over Serendipity times Lust times Love squared is equal to one over Love times Lust.
Therefore one over Serendipity times Love squared is equal to one over Love.
Therefore one over Serendipity is equal to Love.
Therefore a portion of Love equivalent to the the value of Serendipity is Serendipity.
Words.
The more you write the greater your mind.
The more you mind the greater you write.
Finish their sentences for them.
I enjoy the act, but it's not something I wish to associate myself with.
Tell a dead man how to die.
Dead waters rise higher than your mind.
Dripping words.
Chalking falls from the walls.
Of a hell you could not of wept.
It has to encompass everything.
Everything that has been, is, and will be,
And will take it into space.
Will work through text book...How do you get out
FISH'Y FISH'Y Y'HSIF Y'HSIF
Many cryptic crosswords sound like poetry.
Poetry is generally cryptic writing.
Poetic crosswords.
These are lies.
1.Want 2.You 9.Of 3.To 7.Remind 8.Me 4.Hold 5.Us 6.Entwine 10.Everything
I take it back, I take it back, keep my name out of your mouth. Spare me, save my face. Spare me, save my face.
I wrote you a song once, may you never.
Virgin?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
16 Hz
For the first time in a while I feel inspired to write.
Ever heard someone refer to the human condition? It makes being sound like a disease. When was the last time you heard someone refer to the canine condition? Canine's aren't special like we are it seems. What makes us special then? Drugs mostly. Well, not necessarily. Surely if you gave other animals the ability to alter their consciousness they'd make use of it. The human condition is living as part of civilization. I suppose in that way it is a disease. Like most diseases the longer you let it linger, the harder it is to cure. A newborn child would have a better chance surviving outside civilization than you or I.
Imagine someone living by themselves way out, away from civilization, living with what you would call a very severe form of synesthesia. They cannot distinguish any sense, it's all one big perceptual cocktail. Sound is to be heard and seen, and light to be felt and heard. Sounds confusing right? Maybe to us it does. If we lived our whole life like this though, maybe things would appear more clear. It would be easier to realise the lack of a gap between what is seen and what is heard, to perceive everything as their raw vibrations. I for one would feel this person would experience the universe in much purer a form than we ever could.
I've taken a liking to strings of late.
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