If you shift your gaze to the small objects scattered around your workspace you will notice something. The patterns or lack of patterns that disrupt the plane speak their own language. A break in the constant unconstant. A paradoxical paradox in and of itself will never and end. A collection of light that extends forever after it stops at the ( Read more... )

Wonder if its real. Wander if its reel. Cut off a piece of yourself and it may come back. Unless you keep it covered for long enough.

Two things you can't talk without:

1. An ethereal wallet.
2. "Things" (again.) to put in that wallet.

Real? Reel.

When you wake up at 6:30 and you can't tell which 6:30 it is. Go back to sleep. If you unwrap you'll unfreeze what was in your mind. The ropes will be severed halfway up and the pinnacle rock at the top will remain untouched. But what is up there? Surrealism penetrates the clouds. Or maybe it comes down in rays. Up or down or both. Just ( Read more... )

Talking to no one and talking to yourself are two completely different "things." "Things?" A bad word choice, by many english users' standards. But they made their own rules. Give those people a hard time. Ask, "is Gothic architecture too much to handle at this hour?" If there's an answer, you'll know. Maybe you'll get it from yourself.

Just watch out for the rich time in between the bleaching pills. "It" is the best and the worst segment. The part between 3/4 and 3.111111/4. It won't be around long but it will be back. The problem is that you build up a wall of frozen food. You don't enjoy the frozen food. You don't know why you build it. And you do. But cut out by ( Read more... )

In the pitch blackness of the afternoon our insignificant others often ask us why we carry plastic lighters. The answer is simple. We know the answer is simple. But don't shrug off simplicity. Don't leave your wires sparkling. Ease your way into the fire gradually. The answer is simple. The lighter does what it is supposed to do as long as ( Read more... )

Fuck you, herbivore.
Fuck you, carnivore.
Fuck you, omnivore.

The only thing holding you back is that which is called Wal-Mart. Food in jars or cans. Don't think about the parties with the 50's checker board floors and don't worry about snakes in the grass. Keep it safe. The bastards will take you down in the end. But you can strain to continue as long as is possible. Portabellos get a ridiculous amount ( Read more... )

I <3 Portabellos!

Happy Birthday, Sean K. May the Kravit magic live on within our souls for eternity.