When nothing makes sense, and you're searching for answers to the deep questions of life, this blog probably won't help. These are merely writings that have no basis in reality. If you enjoy surrealist paintings, these are attempts to paint them with words. It's all a bunch of bullshit, though.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Entry 7: Drip Drop
Curious cupboards clatter and crack together gathering energy and movement. Thrusting boughs of darkened ash amongst wooden knots. Moving quietly and slowly, brandishing swords of invigoration, swiftly glancing to and fro. Rapid determination and deliberate motion counter brazen enlightenment. Alarms ring and fight, sending waves in all directions colliding with rays of sunshine. A hand grasping underneath, desperately clambering to realize power. Fluttering fulfillment gains energy, transforming fruity flowers to godly showers. Drip drop.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Entry 6: Twisted Metal
Shiny, smooth, and round. Cold to the touch, aesthetically pleasing. Dark twisted metal furiously slithering through the dark. Brushed lines undulate and curl in empty nothingness. Precision patterns play grey ripples, pushing tension and power against crushing vastness. Logically dense, computationally complex, gripping tightly bound polish and sheen. Sliding into obscurity.
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