Catharsis & Hamartia

plainwater0 — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 01:27:59 +0000

Say something if you’re still reading

Ten Mainsprings

plainwater0 — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 00:01:51 +0000

She asks of pain during intercourse.

Tonnes.
I don’t feel a thing.
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She asks for further intimation.

Answers are only seen from the view of the question.

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She wears pink shirt with a plastic edge.

In the material world they only peck at what builds the nest
(And her nest weaves strings of gold)

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She inflates the substances

There they are, beautiful chemical compound balloons drifting through the mind.
(In all your favourite colours)

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Now

We’ve missed 6 others.

Blew a main.

Water everywhere.

plainwater0 — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 02:18:57 +0000

I never begin anything with a title. I title things later, like a label of sorts somehow trying to sum up the entirety of this tangled knot of thoughts with an endless rope. It almost never does and probably won’t. Life is similar. There you are in this situation with countless workouts for the limbic system all pumping simultaneously and leaving you the sweat…
There is no string of words in any language to explain this. Science has its bullshit. Psych has its theories. But you, you’ve got fuck all. Look at you, masquerading as some smart ass chump with something to say about what you’ve been through. Guess what, through, means that the subject is behind you and right here in this fucking second…
You don’t know shit.

You can’t label anything for certain and even if you tried someone else called it change.
Called it dynamism.
Called it uncertain.

I can’t call this anything. You’ve named it to death already and you’d know better than me…
cause you’re reading it now.
Name it now. In the past.