Trainwreck

Is my smoke...

thank god for this plant.

atriot:

 

i remember the trainwreck days...

we had snow cap for christmas

 

the wind picks up
me up
along withit

 

you stuck in poetry mode?

 

I often wonder what isn't poetry?
Words aren't stuck!
Neither am I.
Brain's got legs.

 

So is this poetry?


^ This?

 

Yeah

ever read E.E. Cummings?

 

I swear, this is a published (and relatively famous) poem entitled n(o)w by e.e. cummings

 

I don't like it.

Not because I don't think it's poetry, but because I can't connect with it at all.

But then again, I'm pretty tired, I should try to read it again tomorrow.

 

mashed triggers

 

I couldn't connect with that either.

 

symbols!

s'all this shit is

they spark your neuroelectric symphony

whether it makes sense or not

IT IS HAPPENING, RIGHT NOW, inside you?

 

for instance

what does this say

 

vrroomm vrroomm

ZOOOOMMMM

 

stalk, what does this say?

 

oh man I hear crinkling diamond-like and falling,
soft pad of angelic vibes

er, but it says Cold

 

give me another one.

I failed the last one.

 

neodude, i think you did just fine. lol

 

I can't put these vibrations into words.


They escape like butterflies on a hot summer day.