Monday, November 3, 2014

Green Typewriters [I]

In a world where there are no stars and moon there is no pressure to be cool. No tiny elements to be conscious of what is never going to come or be. Eternity is a stop watch that will only come to be if you recognize the matter as it floats by. Not to be confused with the electric pulse of the cursed blood of the tepid matter passing by so fast we see it as dust and bone. Then there are those times in life when all just fades. The sunshine doesn't seem to be in view, but just kind of whistles at you and smiles. It's not like we don't decide to accept the fate. We are soaked in green paint. So step up into our gross world and feel the pain. It's not like you haven't been here before.

"Perception is an ocean, your days are like eternity."

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