Monday, June 29, 2009
My Eyes Hurt...
Alas, it was not difficult to hold the cut edges;
faux standards of ordinariness.
(I meant it when I said I missed you)
The insistence of no internal division; it was not new.
Summation of it all.
you are only interested in my surface
(your non-color is blinding)
What is it in the large part? ....
he pushes a lot of buttons.
From examining the differences it becomes apparent that
the (only) goal has not been, the de-personalization of man.
Divisions are made
if at all, immediacy, directness, no meditation required.
(You worship imperfection.)
my eyes hurt