Constant fingers into the past look not toward the future and even less so to that of the punctuality that stands at the gates. Time is but in a state of flux and there is only one state of being late. Always.
Rupture breaks the stride with expectations and the day finds a look into the chaos of order. Numbers jump back and forth as the dust settles up and out of the confines squeezing tight between stories and writers making their meat with the fluid kick of art and colour. Plastic settles too close over the ages and a crackling pull separates the issues with a case of inspection and following one after the other with holes frequent in the line.
Honey suckle drop into the ear is the signal to care for looking at the morning with a rising beat. Instantly with the voice and everything is right again following the few minutes on the line.
Mindless counts marvel at scenes in direct competition with dark horses riding through images as the sort and order only cuts shy of half of the black bins. Ascending and descending, runs from the past into the current make the trivial pursuits far easier to handle as the day after tomorrow is always looking into the week ago from this year's reckoning.
Soon Van - Saturday, April 21, 2007 - 18:39
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