

Haunted by OccasionWe are essentially pragmatic, keeping only the words the world shows us that we need.Haunted by Occasion
Most of us have little use for derivative and I am haunted by occasion.
It was a pretty word before the passing: We are gathered here on this joyous occasion or the word itself, a world of opportunity: Id never before had occasion to notice the luster of her hair
But the word changed and the world of opportunity with it. Some thrive on dualities, others die by distinctions: We are gathered here on the occasion of her passing


ZenAfter years of searching for the answers, I find that my adolescence was not a mistake. Rather, I have discovered that I had managed to percieve the truth, however obliquely. It is somewhat bothersome to spend years seeking truth only to find out that one's youthful delusions were, in every sense, accurate. That the world, finally, is a place of great deeds and vital choices and that each moment was what I had suspected it was: pivotal.Zen
I had managed to stray from my early wisdom during my search; I had found methods for self-delusion. Embracing routine, lamenting


Childish 2She's a wrinkled mirror that reflects every giggling child she meets. It's not her fault that her antics embarrass you. This need to make distorted faces and gibberish sounds is as natural as a thirteen year old's embarrassment at being seen in public with his mother.Childish 2
Berating her would be no use. Your frustrations are new and unrefined. While hers, well lets just say that she has been putting up with you for each and more of your thirteen years and it's hard to know much of patience when you've yet to wipe an ass not your own.
Leave her to her p


Autumn MimicTheres the crimson bright blood like that time I busted my forehead on the cherrywood coffee table. And theres the dark deep burgundy blood I saw sopped into Moms recently dyed curls while she lay silent on the silver gurney in a cold room.Autumn Mimic
Then theres the mimic red of this fallen leaf that shifts from hue to hue, blood to blood, as the soft serrated edge opens old wounds.


I would style a boatI would style a boatI would style a boat
Something wooden and sturdy to look at, and only to look at, merely performing limited action with these limited talents.
And mortality gets the better of me sometimes -- or most times --
much like fatigue hidden in coloured crayons
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As clarification, I wasn't trying to tell you how to write about this particular subject so much as expressing the view that artists have a unique place in society and an obligation to acknowledge complexity when we choose to deal in complex topics/issues.
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