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10.6.05
never think about me part c.
it is pretty much incredible what people can do.
who the fuck discovered singing?
And then people went and made it completely incredible by adding every other thing they thought of, and made you feel stuff with singing. Which, is just talking with a tune. which is just changing the shape and distance of these litle invisible waves which come echoing and leaking from between our lips. Their lips. Whatever. but; man.
also. pictures. has anybody (in the whole history of anything) ever walked away from a piece of art feeling nothing? feeling the same as asleep. it is difficult to imagine nothing because my brain is wired such that everything links to something else. which for the most part is annoying because i can't talk straight about anything. its like, "beth listen to this song" and i am all:
this song sounds like this looks.
this song sounds like the smell of these.
this song sounds like that feeling you get when you look at those.
so sometimes that frustrates me. when i am talking to other people about things, they usually dont have the same parts of brain as me. i think ive only met two-and-a-half people who do.
so like even thinking of blank whiteness would have connotations of other things for me.
i wonder why that is?
i think probably brains are covered in bits of copper and bronze-coloured wire (and the brain is blue), and someone dropped mine in the bath.
and it went
PING fsh PING fsh PING fsh PING fsh PING fsh PING psh FING psh FING
as the thoughts pulsed and coursed along the wires like fish.
the moral of today's story is i believe in the sanctity of life but minus the god part. i believe in spirituality minus the leg-crossing. i believe in divine inspiration minus all of the rules and specificaions.
i cant even start to get my broken brain to think about why i connect my eyes with my mouth and my mouth with my brain and my brain with my neck and my neck with my body and my body with my heart and my heart just sits there pathetically beating out boy's names and warnings.
whispered by killa b at 7:08 PM |
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