autodidact art
-or-
late appetizer
it was an unlikely move
a bloody mistake
knifed to bleed brazen burglar
a bloody mistake
knifed to bleed brazen burglar
remember that escher maze i've been navigating? the one where space and time are in
constant flux? yeah, i'm still stuck and it is a literal mind-fuck. i really need to
break-out. very much so, indeed.
despite its non-linear qualities, i do need to occasionally sleep in this place. usually
it's a respite, mostly a void; however, every so often i get a dream of flight, of
freedom. obviously symbolic, my woken mind still clings to the after-glow.
a cat pounced in an alley
it was an odd breed
forked tongue snuck out of its mouth
it was an odd breed
forked tongue snuck out of its mouth
my choices seem to have become two-fold, (a) keep going on this itinerant journey, or (b)
succumb to the numbness i feel in face of this metaphorical emptiness. not great options,
really. i guess i'll have to let the story, like a stolen license plate, move around
until it's finally found.