Saturday, 9 August 2014

dots, like leaves, on tree, of pencil










10:55 pm
So I put another post on the blog “i money earth” quite a long one, I just wrote it from scratch, I had 8 drawings, one from yesterday? Yes I think, the rest from today, one or two involved, but the rest quicker, a sort of show of “little lines that help me” when I can’t speak, oh, push forward a paper, a line, across the page, arcing, staggered, sharp in corner, step – I don’t know, assorted, circles on it, dots, a bit of blue colour, oh, to fill in time, I can’t say anything, can’t say anything at all.

Oh for any of us

Stuck out there, or unable to stem the flow “I’ll just be a typical human, go on with it, don’t you know, even though I know I’m not much a part of it, I keep going, fit in this body, with a mind that wants to say something else, but can’t, and a lot of problems stem from that, I have no voice for me, what I really am, whatever that is.  It’s strange to have a warm hum, like a grey area, a little pencil shading, an oval or almost circular outline around it, shading touching the edges, I guess, or a little over, or close enough, a little pebbled texture to the shading, like you put the paper on a piece of sidewalk, rubbed over it to get an impression

Ah we none of us know what to say

On us

What’s in us a million years our stories going beyond limits of strict aging, strict baby born
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/endf’ snippet/ 11:10 pm




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