Man, through his crude gymnastics, is directing consciousness to the WHITEHOUSELAWN, where all and every is neat and clipped, void of blood, biased in mute color [sic].
the above ’static’ of ‘image’ is the beat of ontos:
the chaos of fuck. that complexplosiae which bloods the oxygj ‘LIFE’.
March 29th, 2007 at 9:45 pm
Cosmos: a snap-shot
Man, through his crude gymnastics, is directing consciousness to the WHITEHOUSELAWN, where all and every is neat and clipped, void of blood, biased in mute color [sic].
the above ’static’ of ‘image’ is the beat of ontos:
the chaos of fuck. that complexplosiae which bloods the oxygj ‘LIFE’.
wonderful.. bursting new forms into oxygen..