Scooter

It as if these eyes are being diluted with salt. Visions are blurry, reality is running. What fills the place of the withheld reality are fantastic nightmares. Dark, fanciful elaborated fantasies that are hindering on the edging verge of alternate reality. A place where it is dark, massively open, cold, and involuntarily solitary.

My eyes are burning, but I can still see what was before. I can discriminate the differences between seeing the grainy, dirty salt and seeing the clear blue sky and the consequences that are available from each respective plane. The options are not in abundance, but one and one. Continuity is not possible without the slow sticky process from disbanding from the molasses soaked nightmares.

My eyes are burning and I cannot see. There is now plenty of room to allow my imagination to advocate the waking hallucinations. I am blindly laboring to the whims that desire and need to fill the smallish holes where the salt is not sticking together. There is no consistency out there, but in here there is more than enough. I can always expect the same; the nightmares, the fantasies that have an outlandish undertone. Here I can depend.

In here, there is no outside.

She said this, with pictures of cats on her t-shirt

I am in search of a reason.
The reason.
Reason.
Maybe there is no reason, maybe there aren't any at all.
Fabricating, elaborating? On the detriments of prior instances...
Although, doesn't reason equate to validity?

Faith holds nothing.
No truth.
No stability.
Only probability.
Faith holds seats for accidents and intentional mess and chaos; pain.
I am not in search of any of the above, am I then faithless?

Faith is finicky.

Layers

The romance I am forever faithful to
Where mind transcends body
Where insecurities and intimidation are as lovers

I hope your friend doesn't die because of that large bottle I chose

They were there and then I wiped the palette clean. Are they ever really mine to begin with? How is it that I can claim ownership on the cosmos of language, on the universal sanctity of communication? [This sentence is mine]. To have and to hold and to carry with me to the state of death. Shall you repeat it, or write it, you will credit me with being the curator of such a structure of sewn together letters that formed into a patch that is a word that was brought together to form a quilt that should be able to comfort each individual with it's indiscriminate warmth.

Right?

Take them.

Erected Woes

She thought to forge a journey to the desert to find it all. To find things, answers. To become lovers with the inner nature of the self. Before the journey could begin, someone else found her, and she let fastidious aspects of love materialize. Then another found her, she found one, and she found the selves she could manipulate into her own, without sacrificing the materialism that the temperamental anti- lush would not offer her. She ran, she praised, she basked, and she sacrificed. All in the name of contradiction. Despising the identifying contradictions in those who would not allow to be found by her. And in turn, contradicting the disdain that she had wrote off as invaluable and redundant. A walking crippled. A lover fueled by the most mishandled emotion of passion that is hate. The desert will not tolerate ice.

Shame on you!

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The Un-crime

This place is dead. Existence could have only been a familiar concept in a foreign distance with an elusive, dangerous bridge. Destination could have been possible, perhaps destination was extremely possible, forces known, yet unmeasured to the radically simple and overt contradictory difficult. Nonetheless, this place is dead. Rotting away posed no threat, just as death poses no threat to fear, and, death. Never will this place bloom, or transition to a peak season, or endure stages of downpour and distress. No willing eye will so much as gaze upon it, curiosity will force the wonder elsewhere. Nothing is to be expected of a place that will not produce. There is emptiness here, a neutral medium of nothingness.

The Imitation Game

It is assumed through the nine objections of Turing's theory, that 'thinking' can only be used in a singular context, and in that same context that is not unique. Also, that 'thinking' suggests many emotional connotations, when in a theoretical concreted form of actuality, 'thinking' doesn't have to entail or possess those same connotations necessarily. However, the matter of 'thinking' does not diminish or serve as faulty if those connotations emerge and are seen fit as purposeful and real.

Tastes like Dorian Gray

What is this peculiar breed of human that identify with the liberal term, yet have such selective, conservative taste and aesthetics?
Equality for all! Yet, snub the under-educated and distasteful.
Hippie free love! But, your crazy, we could never participate in a non-committal relationship, unless we just don't care for one another.
Anti-religion, Christopher Hitchens reading atheists. Yet, the same group sits around discussing the "mythical" resurrection of Jesus Christ as children would the existence of Peter Pan and Captain Hook.
Technology loathing citizen! Yet, hippie free lovers are so open to communication to the most extreme means! Right??
Do these outlandish quirks call for a generation of self-induced seclusion? Refined taste and selective style, for an excuse to loath in loneliness. Taste so much more exquisite than the next; levels that can never hover near without a mighty clash. The evolution of humanity. Communication without effort, communication without community. No relations. Singled out and exclusive. Love as an -ology.
Even the mugger sees his purpose as obsolete. No one has what I want or need. I have it all, I am too refined for such garbage.
This world, is on the way to a long time desired status of perfection.
Oh just pull this trigger and jump start life. Come on, be innocent of at least one contradiction.

Doradita

This party is dry.