At a loss for words. Knocked off my spunk in a moment or moments of "I don't give a fuck." Everything and nothing matter. Nothing and everything gnaw away at my gray to spin yarns or tales in an explosive fashion, yet such cannot escape me. Perhaps the visions are too dynamic for mere words. Possibilities!
The concoctions that I arrive at are not here and thus lay elsewhere for now. However, part of me sees the dominoes and their form respectively. Repeatedly forming functions at junctions that I see in abstract design. Linear is simplex of complex spins. It is like playing cards in the dark while knowing what my hand is and what will be picked up after discarding despite the fact I cannot see it anatomically. A chain interlocked seemingly straight until huddled to the ground and viewed through a smudge lens so as not to note precisely where each link essentially ties in. Might it be projection of forthcoming supposed reality? Perhaps. Thus far I find it grand even if I cannot verbalize or form to writ said issues. They still exist. That is my truth if truths are told. In effect, I am bringing about the cause. Yes "I do give a fuck" or I would not be. For all things a purpose and a purpose for all things. Yes. Do I touch you? My "sentence structure" is incomplete. ~ Maggie ~ March 23, 2010 @ 6:23 p.m. EST
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