intensity strings

Wound through time and space they contain within the desires that serve to tantalize the spirit and tickle the soul. They attatch to, and cling to, multiple other strings. Once shaped, formatted, and properly sequestered, the patterns can be as diverse as the universe. They can make something beautiful and durable that is designed to last; as long as the initial idea remains the centerpiece of its very existence. The strength that comes from an equitable bond has only the limits set by the creators of the idea itself and this design is uniquely human in character and nature.

Hard

The picture disturbed me. It made me realize something we should all take into consideration the next time we treat individuals in a manner which could be seen as exclusionary. Intended or not, this type of thing is a result of the social construction of reality. The emphasis on competition requires there be winners and losers. Based on this notion then, it can be said that there can be no more a requirement for the equitable distribution of resources so that competition levels can rise thus bringing the advancement of new technologies to the forefront while incorporating more people to the structure and enabling everyone to be involved in a creation not singular but plural in nature, than access to the same. So what then? What happens when everyone has the same access? Does the value of certain things go down if everyone has access alone? The answer is no.
The picture of the Earth alone floating like the moon disturbed me. This place, is one speck in a vast darkness that we know nothing about. I mean we are of no consequence. Who the hell are we? I think we are incredibly lost and limited in our scope. I think we are temporary morsels for the Earth to engulf. From that place in our minds maybe we can better understand how not to treat people, how to better ourselves and one other person, and how to feel, as close as possible anyway, how someone else feels and try to understand the scope of the issue(s) we face as individuals together.

ink blotches in hard copy

You know what appeals to me most? I am glad you are so concerned. I enjoy the silent times free from all things on the outside.. No reminders of what exists elsewhere at all. No ties to people, things, or structure. If I could tie myself to one thing really well, then I would be happy and I would excell at what I chose to do. Why should I mold myself to the structure when I can build my own structure. No, I say no because that goes against all my training. I am a follower, I am trouble, I am you, I am structure and we are the same statistic. A blot on a page covered in the sneezes of record keepers and computer nerds who tabulate data and come up with rhetoric for future proposals to statistically improve their standing, is all we will ever be. Ink blotches in hard copy.

electric man in golden showers

Like a leaf I descend below the street to the dark place with fire on the wall and shadows standing tall mocking me. The playing cards peep through the cracks in the wall shattering my last good sense. I move slowly up the staircase and I am followed by footsteps, I look back and see the impressions on the shag carpet loosely covering the stairs. I hear a drawer slam in my room. The Jack of Clubs, the Queen of Hearts, and the Queen of Spades all whisper to me softly saying," come on baby, go ahead, were waiting for you!"
Outside I hear more whispers. They speak of me in rude and unnatural tones. They say things, disturbing things. I go outside to investigate. Nothing I can see, nothing I can hear, not a sound anyplace, nobody near. I wake to find myself in the middle of a pumpkin patch covered by a large blue tarp that flaps loudly. The sun is going down now and the sky is glowing orange with purple streaks coming from little snowcones.
I am electric. I look outside and see a man placing a paper on a car. He looks up at me with a devious smile and slowly walks down the way. Once more alone I am and once more I am satisfied. Like a leaf I am in a storm drain, like a leaf I fall from grace, Like a tree I am alive, like a man I am electric.