You as well as the workers are self-realized and living in demolished buildings. Emphasis is on the sickening braying of satyrs. Achieving nothing that is not achievable is optimal. The ideal is to be primitive and remain in an unchanging position. Finding balance in reconnecting with oneself is not feasible.
Fuzzy little pranksters playing with big round pieces of foam, are feathered like miniature kittens pushing against the wind. A pair of droopy rhino babies appear and take their deepest secrets to heaven.
There was this lingering feeling as he switched on the lights. Later, sitting alone at the dining table in his green tuxedo, he was drinking contemplatively, while thinking his philosophy felt uninhabitable. Omens evasive and compelling were in motion.
Calm seemed to settle, at least for the present. Since she left for work today things have been peaceful. From time to time I imagined talking discursively about everything under the sun, but I realized an intimate connection between bulls and horses, though this was a sort of passionate blindness.
She wasn’t one of those women who hate their husbands, but she did want to kill me. There was a kind of voluptuous detachment in the way she managed to hover outside the bathroom door, hiding with a small boy. Then, perhaps because of all the mystery, her hands would clap incessantly to the east.
Recently I started researching where four oceans meet. And I found that rabbit holes have complex branching systems. After a day thinking this over, I arranged for three small boys to enter three separate rabbit holes on horseback.
single moment - little bullet - horses move - flower petals - you are - love letters - aging youth - into me
I posted a drawing on Instagram that many people think was curled inward on itself. Then there was a terrific explosion outside as I realized at once that my celebrity status was a complete illusion.
Thoughts of the winter sea curling through a storm in my mind, as I silently watch the North Star. And I burn, for freedom, lifting up a sad ear.
Do elegant facts matter? Is the truth about Britney Spears necessary? Do words of wisdom matter? Does my personal history make any difference? As a writer, I am interested in psychological and historical structure. Nevertheless moral lapses in facts happen all the time. Surely, I think, history as chronology is in the spaces between breaths, and is incarnated in a world where there are no long speculative tones.
running the whole length of the horizon...