Emoting. Babbling. Sharing
Jan. 8th, 2004 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Remembering that there is something, deeper, here; something touching, on a current level, and that's shocking, in many places. Sights taste like licking a nine-volt battery, and you're all falling through me, here, like shouted whispers, in a gale. You are the storm of our being, i guess. A cold or warm from {"Front"} that clashes, and brings about the fray, which is, if i would simply admit it to myself, why we're all here. Complimentary forces, bringing about change. But, lately, everything has felt like oppressive spring haze. Humidity fogging my mind, and dragging me into an unfamiliar mist... And, in certain respects, i like it.
I miss the swirls of your wordly being. Reading the essences of your endeavours and connecting in ways that only allow the current change. Discussing the nature of the havoc we plan to wreak, and the understandings that, sometimes, we only want to understand. To stare into each other and taste the deepest secret thoughts. I admire it, so much, that i find myself wanting to lick your brain. Peel back the skull, and the skin, and drag a long slow tongue ovr the ridges, folds and whorls, and i want to know you, there. Inside of who your meat makes you, as i want to know you here.
I want to trace the tracery tracks of your skin, the lines and veins that course through you to me, and i want to remember, always, what it is to touch you, hold you, manipulate the molecules, and [an] identity's width away from each other. To know what that is, to be as close as i can... to being a part of you, and you a part of me...
And we will, always, be ourselves, and hold ourselves highest, first, and from that place, we will flow from the mountain, trickling into rushing rivers, that dwarf the Nile in their ferocity, and importance, while always remembering that enough rivers, together, make an ocean. And that we are always alone, when we're all together, dredging from ourselves the very essence of what it means to be Here, to be able to Choose, and to have chosen to choose whatever it is that we want.... And all the repercussions. Because Hell is repitition. The unification of self and not self, being the integration of the 1 and the 0ther. It all slither clicks into place, if you but let yourself believe. Don't take my word for it. Read it, yourself.
And we slowly stop, to realise that that's what its all about. Everything, all of it. The diversity, and the disparate nature; we share them and revel, in hopes that we can create our worlds. That they will teach us of opposing beams, and bears and fish. We understand the darkness we hold, and the lilting notes of the flute, and the shattering, jarring caress of the bassline. Because they flow from us... and we dislike in the world what we abhor in ourselves.... And we have to choose what we are able to swallow, and we only like what we like, and no one can really begrudge you that...
I only wish we could understand... What causes us to be so... distant... So cold, to ourselves, maybe? And it is that love and lack of vulnerability... That hatred of that which makes us weak... The soft, fleshy parts... that are so easy to touch... to caress... to Pierce.... and to love...
All together, now.... while a part... of what matters...
Slips away.
I miss the swirls of your wordly being. Reading the essences of your endeavours and connecting in ways that only allow the current change. Discussing the nature of the havoc we plan to wreak, and the understandings that, sometimes, we only want to understand. To stare into each other and taste the deepest secret thoughts. I admire it, so much, that i find myself wanting to lick your brain. Peel back the skull, and the skin, and drag a long slow tongue ovr the ridges, folds and whorls, and i want to know you, there. Inside of who your meat makes you, as i want to know you here.
I want to trace the tracery tracks of your skin, the lines and veins that course through you to me, and i want to remember, always, what it is to touch you, hold you, manipulate the molecules, and [an] identity's width away from each other. To know what that is, to be as close as i can... to being a part of you, and you a part of me...
And we will, always, be ourselves, and hold ourselves highest, first, and from that place, we will flow from the mountain, trickling into rushing rivers, that dwarf the Nile in their ferocity, and importance, while always remembering that enough rivers, together, make an ocean. And that we are always alone, when we're all together, dredging from ourselves the very essence of what it means to be Here, to be able to Choose, and to have chosen to choose whatever it is that we want.... And all the repercussions. Because Hell is repitition. The unification of self and not self, being the integration of the 1 and the 0ther. It all slither clicks into place, if you but let yourself believe. Don't take my word for it. Read it, yourself.
And we slowly stop, to realise that that's what its all about. Everything, all of it. The diversity, and the disparate nature; we share them and revel, in hopes that we can create our worlds. That they will teach us of opposing beams, and bears and fish. We understand the darkness we hold, and the lilting notes of the flute, and the shattering, jarring caress of the bassline. Because they flow from us... and we dislike in the world what we abhor in ourselves.... And we have to choose what we are able to swallow, and we only like what we like, and no one can really begrudge you that...
I only wish we could understand... What causes us to be so... distant... So cold, to ourselves, maybe? And it is that love and lack of vulnerability... That hatred of that which makes us weak... The soft, fleshy parts... that are so easy to touch... to caress... to Pierce.... and to love...
All together, now.... while a part... of what matters...
Slips away.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-01-08 09:10 pm (UTC)And b/c of that, now that I think about it, I probably HAVE put cheese on a Hebrew and it WAS tasty and there's nothing you can do about it cos I was eternal before you, so I don't have 2 go to Hell b/c Hell loses all its poignancy when you have been around as long as me. So there.
It was quite beautiful, though, your post.
And I am still non-Communist.
no subject
And if you believe that from go, then living is your only Hell. Enjoy it, while it lasts.
no subject
Date: 2004-01-08 09:22 pm (UTC)Have some consideration for your fellow Endless. But I guess you do.
no subject
Dream Well