I sleep on visions of balearic fire
Onanistic-historical meanings of desire
And in the nights crimson arches I enquire
I am peasant worker
I am itinerant worker
The seeds of a seed pod = my enemy
Nature
For aeons upon centuries, I thought of life as a ball game between light and dark. I a great towering player, a striker of metaphysical bonds, the frenzied steps between cracks and shadows a modernist field. I plucked the phenomenological feathers off the carcass of this great game. Convinced of my righteousness, I travelled the bazaars of Kent'jaal and the concourses of North-East Westphalia in search of its outer limits. It was in a gambling shack in Yevenygrad that I was beat half to death by sinusoid thugs and their equations. I was swelling up rotundly, quickly, a shadowy figure spat and said "no half measures quantifico." Shivering, growing, I started in horror. "I am no player in this game. I am the ball! Jesus Christ I am the ball!"
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