Typical

Treading loudly upon footsteps, printing omniscient sand flakes upon faces of dandelions. Ill-fated attempts is where they lye, and when they are through, the sun swallows them. Completely, extrovertly, tragic, are the subjective views of such. Those who would contend wish for ground bones while they receive full-circle rainbows colored with pastels from puzzle boxes. Their drawers ornately drawn, appearing as it two-dimensional, yet brings shades of stained-glass and windpipes. The beats of sound which spring forth would materialize in implosions in the ocean, the rapid interjections all too synchronous. Triangle will accept square when it's composition becomes aware, but then again, why so arbitrary? Are the despised not respected, yet still, as someone who is despicable? Dreamers have desire in the left hand, perfection on the mind, and fantasy in the right hand; as utter irony would have it, all in vain. If one were to take every graceful/beautiful moment in his/her life and condense it onto a tape, he/she would have the length of a modern feature film. ¿Typical 

Feb 25, 2005