spontaneous writing on my very own blog: hurtles, backfiring, over the crescent of the yellow hill, dazzled by sunflowers and a myriad daisies and yellow tulips and multiple suns and I’ve been brain washed to thinking what I write and draw can never be quite good enough… what do you think?
Blog number one consists of an irresistible lure to all traffic who are currently floating in the motley pool of infinity, ragged trousers wrapped around their wardrobes of gold.
”come one and come all, oh, ye hybrid dredgers of monkey paths, zooified and admonished by the terror servers, the smart derailers, the heaven sent admonishers, please don’t give up on us, just keep rolling in, oh ye traffic, heaven sent and clustered, it is not you but my pen that does this writing, this heaven sent, silly, clubfooted writing, a thousand tongues, scattered with every black ink mark, it is not I but my pen”.
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