In between posts I ponder...

As soon as the TV goes on he is gone.

vanesica — Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:59:16 +0000

Gone to another land of non-existance. The images flash and talk to him. All else, is but a figment of the surounding area. The sex, well what sex. She is, but a pawn of self absorption, in his minds eye. Regardless of what is spoken in what ever tone presented is the conversation met with turbulent silence. The TV knows. It steals the power. It invokes a surreal atmosphere to surround him in lust, fear and reserve. So what exists in this reality but repetitive uncalled answers to all his life’s questions.

Someday she will be gone. Gone to another land of non-existance into an atmosphere consumed with lust. There is not another way to describe her dysphoria. Even books hath not the answers for she does not know the questions to ask. Delusions. She waits. She withers. She ponders what to do. Is it up to her or up to him to unwind this tightened noose. Money is of the mind. Money is not matter.

Words land on deaf ears. Responses withheld. The air is heavy with desire. Unveil your fucking eyes and see what is passionate for it can be gone in the midst of your non-reaction.

What if it was never read?

vanesica — Sat, 09 Sep 2006 16:42:46 +0000

In between posts of conversation and wit
if one does manage to calm and not to wonder’ places meld together
no longer a communicable shape

in the mold
in the mold

Turns around ’round circling no-where
Echo

Echos halo.

It is a dream, a dream; I, am in. What is it that I am supposed to be doing here? I came out of no where into here where I materialized. Do you se it? That jagged rock we used to play upon? The one we climbd so many times ’til we fell bounding down, down down. Did it hurt… no not at all for it wasn’t real. It was just an alternate reality where time or existance did not prevail.

Oh what is it that I must write. Why must it even be written if it doesn’t exist. Do you think about what you write before you write it? Really; do you? Have you ever just let go and began writing adnosium to see what you could end up with? What if it; was never read? Never digested? Never commented on? Never being fed any other knowledge other than that of your own brain’s contents? Could you grow? Can it be possible to exisit in infinity? What if infinity does not exist? It is really hard to think about that eh?

What would you do while waiting for video to render?

vanesica — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 10:12:37 +0000

Having an orgasm while waiting for Final Cut video to render is something I did.

…do you?

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vanesica — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 04:18:13 +0000

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