Buckshot and the sharp of turned pages

Heavy is reordering the mind in the pursuit of diving into prose. Any time away is long enough and the crank of imagination works hard to hold up the visuals unseen but for the scape in the mind's eye. Shoot that clause right there, it's a hack to the back of the ankles, looking for that relief in letting out the red.

Ultimate Spider-Man #94

Sparkling moves, quick change up on the action and it's a rollicking swing of blasts and metallic limbs flying off the torso. TV gets its own and the whole world is a mess of revolting developments. Hate is a state and slaughter for fun stinks as bad as a pot of herbal medicine gone on for a few days in. Action rushes forth and pushes it all to an end that leaves a question mark dangling over head. Long time since that.

Shaolin Cowboy #5

Expansive is the scope of dust which flies up on a donkey's kick. Wherein the land lays out and stretches the pages beyond what looks like it is capable of. Endless feeling of desolation and flailing around, clinging on the words just waiting to see what path they take. Eyes dart back and forth trying to take it all in, and it's never quite sure of the fact. Never sure of anything like that in the least.

Kabuki #6

Swim in the idea space and it's clear that there are so many ways to think. And to think about thinking. Not only that, there are ways to envelope the mind with ideas and notions in what represents itself as reality, fantasy and the fine line of perceptional breaks. Pause for a second and watch the universe expand and contract before it kneels down to stand.

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Sunday, 8 October 2006 - 15:52

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