



I am my own distraction.
The Eye is a distraction to my self.
a presence inspired by the production of perpetual passion. or perhaps vice versa. processual prose for the preservation of captivating moments. memory must exist to exist. i capture moments to make it so. "claudelean are you awake?" always. "if you could have one wish what would it be?" for an instant to forget my body. with a mind of material, i attempt to write out what is within. it helps me forget my body to make matter.
you should see the stereogum.com mp3 player here if you have flash
2 comments:
in response to ur last entry in LJ..
the internet is sometimes a cold dead place..
ghostsinsleep.livejournal.com
indeed.
the internet, always alive and active. computer junkies endlessly conversing silently.
and yet, one cannot forget all the traffic and noise the world-wide-web encloses, captures, captivates.
nice to hear from you.
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