From whatever residue remains after making irreverant, reckless love to deconstructionist theory, I conclude that language creates obstacles for the mind, hindering the volcanic erruptions of a repository pregnant with a plethora of free flowing ideas. This is precisely why I love disembowling the language, feeding the entrails to frothing canines and finally suspending the carcass from a vantage point of view. I shall do so relentlessly, for the infinite exercise of unshackling my mind is in fact, infinite.
Why persue this futile exercise? Is it in vain hope of winning a discerning audience to be pedestalled by them as a true thinker? I think not. Factually, It is all merely a concoction of frivolous thoughts emanating from an otiose frame of mind.
Turn not away from me, my brethren. It is not loss of sanity that speaketh these words of self searching. Tis a madness growing within from the realization of latent talent impeded severly- amalgamating with the discovery of the same in varying degrees in my colleagues and what can be created from the synergy of the group. The awareness of the quiescent potential is enough to make me weep in dismay, the astonishment of not having uncloaked this energy makes me wanna scream till my sterno-mastoid ruptures. Late it is not, for time divulges nothing till the time for it arrives. I envisage the spawning of an entity of puissance, the coagulation of ideas solidifying into an energy structure. Maketh me a part of that cluster for I ache for it. This lot of us has lots to achieve before we retire into the forests of our personal ambitions.
I'm on my knees, my head turns to the sky and awaits the light to bathe me so I am rid of this plague of expression through a language, awaiting a new method of truely effective dissemination that grasps the hooks of perception of any individual who wishes to connect and in turn has much to offer irrespective of his origin. It is then that we will communicate and communication it it's true form will prevail.
time out needed to pack a slr and a sketchbook in a rucksack, sit astride a royal enfield and ride off to anywhere
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