JWalterEgo

.April ending. Twitter™ is also like this, her search through detritus layers of life; linear in procedure. Time as lines, the TL: a wanted sequence for us to cling to even knowing the quantum cosmology of particle and wave mechanics. Twitter does not randomly present us. Neglecting even the theme sequence groupings which is a more likely portrayal of our natures. It is left to us to paint our own contrails. Across her words lay themes, not necessarily unique or original, but hers. An underlying hum of message machinery, not to be heard but sensed, felt. The longing for the extraneous 'power' to which we cling, adhere, our desire fo

.my lover said. #RadioMandy - ∑1 ≢ (∫(∑us)) .  the isolation is kept keen,  a sharp edge of awareness,  a tool to remain intact,  independent, able to cut,  separate, survive . remember, you are only passing  A trainable craft to it, your legends learned, the histories memorized, proper manners of speech and dress; you'll dance to their music, always aware, always watching for the knife-edge. .  the misplaced brick upon that ancient bridge  where exchanges never occur  a body in the rail yard gulley  its addresses unknown  a quiet hiss on all the phones  nightshade crackle footsteps  clos