Saturday, September 4, 2010

Gratiating

Gratiating


I like to sit around and do nothing.
I like to lie.
I usually don't even tell people I am busy or that I have been working.
I wait and wait.
People rely on me and some admire what I make.
Sometimes I slip duplicitous or multiplicituos lines into my work.
The lines say that I that think something is rotten or that I do not like someone.
In Shakespeare it is revered. Today,
it has become old and enslaving.

-doesn't even taste good sometimes, but it tastes like so much of the fine things.
I have to eat like anyone, so maybe that is why the system has begun to nibble at my words.
Shelter is a desirous asset in today's world, especially for those with noses and minds.
Perhaps that is why we are all doing the things that we do.

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"I don't actually exist when I'm not writing." -HP Tinker

--E.C. Well is a bit terrified by some of the things that he has encountered. He attempts to maintain a fierce and penetrating devotion to truth, justice, and finding a way. Do not assume you identify. His view is from a perspective that requires most to step far outside of the lines that have for some time been "lives". The result is usually something far crisper and desirous; far more simple to achieve than believed; and far more tantalizing in its complexity. Self-recommended doses of these can be found in the words of his conversations and the things they describe.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Calliope Nerve seems to be taking a new direction.