Ne + Ultra: Fuck with the stars.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Fuck with the stars.

Pain strikes my lower registry. I am in dire need of a love so understated, that even my gargantuan mouth couldn't break its bond. I've only got until I completely give up on the possibility of finding anyone attractive.

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A Stout About

Sigma is the summation incarnate of a representational realist equation wherein quantities written are a culmination of properties combined, i.e. What outer facets are recognized objectively, combined with inner experiences and headcase database transfers, alotted on several, sometimes unconventional pieces of paper; signifying a person who writes poetry as they feel, and really does not give a damn how other people percieve it.

To clarify: I write how I see it, how it is felt, and how it works itself out in my head. E.E.cummings hated punctuation. I operate on these parameters.

Poetry is the only really unconventional form of literature, and should remain so.