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Life converges with life, emphatic, urging static into dynamic form. Surging through matter with the erratic pitter patter of reverberating type feet, stepping in beat with the abstract, animating belief. Sign in to see full entry.

Its as if Im standing still, orbiting our collective will, a string tied taut with me caught and then applied to the world, but I am soon to be hurled off course by a planet dying, an imploding supernova defying my steady cause, eroding in space where matter is grace, how it recombines at the pace... Sign in to see full entry.

My thoughts unravel as I travel through time tunneled air loops funneled with care through diagonal strands of pearls worn by girls to make little boys stare and fathers tear at their hair. With sandals in hand burning my feet on the sun beaten concrete street, I prefer to stand in the sand where... Sign in to see full entry.

I often speculate what opinions or thoughts might rush through your head when you sit in such silence and hush. But instead, you see, I devise your soliloquy to agree with who I need you to be, a fitting disguise to subsidize your routine of quiet with an impromptu riot of inspiration, to create a... Sign in to see full entry.

The figures, the facts, our information cataract serves naught but to distract the uneasy mind. People represented by a circumvention of truth, on a need to know basis, it's shoved in our faces all twisted and out of sync, until we're thinking the way they want us to think, until we're sinking in... Sign in to see full entry.

The celebration, the feast of creations beast, unleashed, and then lost in the folds of stories untold. I assimilate and then separate these thoughts of now, from their place in tomorrows vacuum packed sorrows, as days gone by without thought or promise, disguised as time well spent, whilst time... Sign in to see full entry.