Saturday, 7 May 2011
One born every minute
Protean. An entity yet unformed by the wholeness of self-actualisation though action; through purpose. Caught in the spooling reel of fractured dreamscapes; of portent and signifier without context; without the great overarching narrative; without the fixed point yet to arise over the horizon, breaking the flattening darkness of foreground and heralded by the winged chorus.
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Sounds like monday mornings.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think it might be worth working everyday to avoid Mondays.
ReplyDeleteIt made me think of my son peeing on me seconds after he was born.
ReplyDeleteAgua libre, LOL.
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