I seem to have burnt my envelope, oh dear.
Now how could that have happened?
I rolled out of bed, put the iron on a curtain,
then oh…
Now the house is gone.
Family too. Went to Pittsburgh.
I have to clean this for myself.
Well, I’ll probably just hire someone;
a contractor with a crew and equipment.
I’ll go to a hotel, eat the chocolate
on my pillow. I hope it’s filled with mint.
Create an image with no prior knowledge and you feel the vibrance of your purest thoughts. What good is research for innate ideas? To compare yours with others? For what purpose? We’re all tuned for our own world filters, and inferring conclusions from differing views only serves to separate and dilute experiences.
If you truly wish to create, you begin with your inner image. You don’t look at your predecessors when you’re about to make something. Do you think that’s how they did it? Perhaps to understand the breadth of the craft and better utilize the medium, but not to create their own unprecedented works.
Trust your intuition and connection with whatever it is that you like to call your inspiration / muse / God. You know what feels right for your method and execution. Pursue it.
What is implied within a statement / a volley of statements can be richer than the content itself.
Context enlightens content as the author provides consent to their private convent.
Exposition need not occur to fill in the gaps.
Imagination is man’s most powerful tool, has been for a long time.
Bent twiggy licking finger midgets hover tomorrow, but not when the ice cream truck stalls on the corner. Never when the ice cream truck stalls on the corner.
But you know the time has blossomed when those rats reach out for their most, you know that time has blossomed.
Rugs roll themselves into Lake Superior, Lake Superior frowns upon them. Under the toe of a mighty Joe Stallion, we roll through our river walk with a mischievous grin, mischievous grin.
Cringe and throttle that barrel-necked orphan cherry.
Cringe and throttle that barrel-necked orphan cherry.
What the hell is all this foliage doing on my part of the lawn? You didn’t understand our agreement, Fred. I specifically stated in our last town-hall meeting, and I quote: “Fred’s shrubs are a major pain in the ass and I’m going to chop them down with my blunt, rusty hatchet”. I mean what I said, Fred. You’ll find, if you haven’t already, that I am a man of my word. Now I’ll ask you one more time, just as nice as before, to banish your plants from my premises. It’s a request so simple that a chimp could comply.
Go do it yourself, college boy.
Enrage. N rage.
Roast the hidden extrovert.
Suspended below the tight rope walker,
a four-pound grapefruit–laughing.
Not for its countrymen, not for its love.
Not for its bulbousness.
For its deceptiveness and strange bitterness.
Ï€: You’re a funny kid, kid.
ø: You’re a funny kid, kid.
Ï€: Stop copying me.
ø: Stop copying me.
Ï€: I’ll stop copying you if you tell me your favorite song.
ø: Yellow Submarine.
Ï€: Yellow Submarine.
ø: Stop copying me.
Ï€: Stop copying me.
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