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Smoke Cylinder.
Jul. 2nd, 2005 02:02 amTori Amos - [Concertina]--- What this isn't about is why I'm still smoking. Deal.
It curled into a perfect ellongated cyllander, nothing holding it, and everything fighting against it. The prevailing winds should have torn it to sheds, and, after five seconds, all it did was turn into a Taurus. {Torus.} Doughnut shape. Applications of thought, in action, or somefucking thing... (Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]). The revelatory nature of the thing is bigger than i can put into words, yet. Macroscopic expansion of a microscopic concept-set. Wrapped dimensions and the nature of things that have the natural ability to move within them. You dig? Wrapped dimensions, Calabi-Yau spaces, stretched, warped, taking in, extending out.
You get it. Yeah, i see that twinkle in your eye. You get it.
Time's longer and shorter, again. Warping up, wrapping a round ("Of what?" you ask), showing things that need to be seen, or whatever. (Massive Attack - [Risingson]). Oooh, cryptic. I'm seeing things over and again, and some of it's déja vú and some of it's simply knowing, without the disparity between the moments. It simply is what it is, as it happens, and I know, and I've been there, for minutes, scenes, segments, days at a time.
I really do miss you.
I miss you, most of all. Thinner than t-shirt material black, wrapped around 5 in the morning thoughts, and can't sleep because of the way it lays together. I see you stretching, in the morning, and i watch see feel hear your wings scrape the floor, the tickles you get beneath your feathers, all as you pull your shirt down, over your head.
I do go on...
Dream Well.
It curled into a perfect ellongated cyllander, nothing holding it, and everything fighting against it. The prevailing winds should have torn it to sheds, and, after five seconds, all it did was turn into a Taurus. {Torus.} Doughnut shape. Applications of thought, in action, or somefucking thing... (Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]). The revelatory nature of the thing is bigger than i can put into words, yet. Macroscopic expansion of a microscopic concept-set. Wrapped dimensions and the nature of things that have the natural ability to move within them. You dig? Wrapped dimensions, Calabi-Yau spaces, stretched, warped, taking in, extending out.
You get it. Yeah, i see that twinkle in your eye. You get it.
Time's longer and shorter, again. Warping up, wrapping a round ("Of what?" you ask), showing things that need to be seen, or whatever. (Massive Attack - [Risingson]). Oooh, cryptic. I'm seeing things over and again, and some of it's déja vú and some of it's simply knowing, without the disparity between the moments. It simply is what it is, as it happens, and I know, and I've been there, for minutes, scenes, segments, days at a time.
I really do miss you.
I miss you, most of all. Thinner than t-shirt material black, wrapped around 5 in the morning thoughts, and can't sleep because of the way it lays together. I see you stretching, in the morning, and i watch see feel hear your wings scrape the floor, the tickles you get beneath your feathers, all as you pull your shirt down, over your head.
I do go on...
Dream Well.
