Abstract purge

A frenzy of thoughts blot my ability to formulate an amusing nuance of nonsense I so desire to create. I could make value statements, but that’s only fun for people who like to to define themselves, as if being definable is a value to be had. My isolated mind will dwell in what weary puddle of post-thought lingers. Its like thinking in pictures, in a slideshow, and its hard to capture the full thought at a quick glance, where it fades into another before it can be articulated. I sprout a thought with the initiation of a sentence, and follow with words that seemingly apply in coherency to a thought that could be vague or acute based upon how long it has been dwelling within. Certain songs inspire certain writings and thoughts. Then, oblivion will ring louder then my mind can scream, so I pause and stare. It lingers before it goes, randomly injecting its blank reply to anything said prior.

THE FOLLOWING IS A BLURB I AUTHORED AT AN EARLIER DATE 10/07/2011

His mind melded into a meadow while audible spectral light permiated through invisible sheets of air and inevitabilly tickling the ear drums of the patrons in proximity. The stench of soaked cotton and sweat encrusted skin wafted up from his limber skin-laden bones. The invisible around his body began to agitate and spin, tossing his dangles through its invisibleness as it desired, leaving so little preference to the beaconing sense egg atop its drape.

“I can breathe, and I can see.
This music moves through me.
I smell like a dirty pantry.
Away I glide without urgency.”

Puddles and leaf boats slew the land where one drapes their legs. Methodical dancer through the ravenous adventures, drifting on a tempo birthed out of sensory perceptions. A head of fruit with a trim of skin bouquet. A glider on a dance created out of unmediated convulsions and twitches, to the tune and tide of his invisibleness.

Light glows and uncovers the black in abscence of itself. A rainbow of spectral light and frequencies to show you perceptual bliss in variety.

Each carry emotional undertones that invokes such new visions when composed in gradial variations on tembling lines gliding on a slate of white, as a blinding origin should be. With paint and wands, one may create in originality, a perceptual glance at one goards reality on this stack of towering skin stilts.

His tongue flaps and fumbles over lips and teeth, with constricting airflow through organic tubes and out a flapped hole. In coherency, his flow can show a slice of life on the boat in delivery of experiences. Send his perceptions to sea, you must sail the vast world of spectral audio as it scales the towering masses of audible interference.