An Abstract Thought
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Self Description:The purpose of this thread is for to introduce oneself and to get to know the other members, if indeed it is still in use, so I assume Greetings are in order; if they matter all that much. After all suns still dance through blackened sky weaving the memories of each searing trail upon the retinas of the eye. Muted dust turned to broken chain, lifeless blowing life upon the living as shadows glide beneath the light, just the pale lines of flaccid truth that cast contrast upon the chilled veil of lies like dust scattered in the wind. Skin crawls, ripples, and finally peels away beneath the weight of unbroken sod as breaths quiver and fade. Coffins for every crib are made as seconds march on to the sounds of shifting dirt and hour chimes carve solemn epitaphs in unborn stone. Another waiting coffin with the door flung open wide waiting for a corpse to step inside, dressed in white, name it's bride, and become mien calloused coughed camp of kampf, cursed with cramp, but the price is right, an eye for an eye makes the whole world bright.
Cribs for every coffin now, not that that changes a thing. In the end all that really matters is your fitting; big or small, crisp or raw. But I fear my point is vanishing beneath the breaking strings as puppet words reach up to pull on master's arms and set this spinning top upon itself. I am myself, or so others keep telling me. And in the hope of labeling myself until I have something tangible enough to actually label I will classify myself as one of those hopeless intellectuals waiting for the world to come to grips with its own impossibility; we are a mindless race hell bent upon the construction of patterns where patterns can not be found and so we craft morals and guidelines and limitations upon the creative flares of individuals all in the name of protecting the unity of conformity.
Always waiting as marbled words slip free to from cageless bars. Glass opals rippling in the fading light of truth(less) supposition till they fall crashing upon the stagnant crystal pool. Cracks spider free beneath the unending cascade and rippling shards send fleeting trails of light dancing across the stitchless walls of padded white. The world convulses, pulses, and then collapses beneath the crushing weight of letters linked together. Silence comes, light fades and colors blur as creation morphs with destruction and leaves only mundane repetition to fill the void of perception. Motionless shadows slide without bodies across the patched walls, thin fingers wriggling in the shallow depth, and tear away the white washed reality. As white turns to white and grey molds with grey the words fall in soundless torrents to echo about the box, the world, the stitchless patched walls that stretch on forever to press and squeeze until all that is is same.
Still cycles turn, stilled words unspoken echo, re-echo and vanish into being as the satin pillows close in and darkness turns to pitch black light. Sanity in sanity becomes little more than insanity beneath the hail of marbled words that make cracks spider across the sane (in)sanity of expression.
Enough with the mindless drivel. I am so full of pointless nonsense barely strung together by that fifth, or maybe it was twelfth, cup of coffee that I must hide myself behind a wall of meaningless words and needlessly purple prose...
What do you do: Honestly, I write... but I have been told that is not a proper job so I have been looking around
Favorite Anythings: I don't really have favorites of anything, Piers Anthony and Terry Pratchett have some wonderful satire and Ender's Game and Dune are enthralling as well
Favorite L&L Writing: nothing has stood out yet, likely because I haven't done much looking
Favorite L&L Poetry: again nothing has stood out yet (same reason)
Your Narratives: Dawning of an Age, will post bits now and again when I need more critiques for sections
Your Poetry: Don't write any, working slowly on that but don't expect me to post anything here
Other Notes: ...
< Message edited by An Abstract Thought -- 4/21/2009 16:40:05 >
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici
-=:{ an idea can still change the world }:=-
By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe
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