The experiences of life can leave you unhinged. Not quite connected to anything. Some may call this a coincidence. Appearances and shades of a purpose but just enough random thrown in the mix. Our lives may not all lead up to a grand soup – but we sure can appreciate each role of the spices involved.
A role to play. Which spices will cultivate the most expert flavor? Salt or paprika? Lime or lemon – they’re closely related but distinct enough in the difference of taste. Tomatoes are indeed fruits with a connecting ovary but you still wouldn’t want it in your fruit salad.
The makeup of nonsense is motivated by the drive of the absurd. Patterns are tokens to human existence. If you do this or if you do that. The language of scandalous absurdity excites my forward pen. I can write about anything because I’m willing to explore what’s unhinged.
I consider myself as a flower in this present moment.
My blossoming is returning into the favors of appearance.
I’m being studied by the witness of tender charms, She picked me up and has now placed me in her prized vessel.
Will she remember to water me as I am without roots?
The overwhelming influx of attention.
Desiring to be spotted, for your name to be realized in the numbers that endlessly count over and over again.
An explosion of popularity is lost in an instant.
It’s the piercing genesis and ever so present revelation.
NO one actually remembers your strokes, as the canvas was a universe of constant mirrors.
Such Vastness beckons at the true identity of, on the line presence.
The NEW system has culturally shown the interest for sharing in the realms of mirrored puppetry.
By the blink of normalcy, you are beginning to lose the flavor of deeply rooted soils. The vessels shatter upon the grievance of ritual.