03-05-2013, 12:37 AM
None of those philosphers matter. Making sense goes in circles, and I intend to expand the coils of a spiral into a conscious vertigo. That's the primitive way putting on its trousers. I play the outlaw up until I play the villain. And there are more than one spiral.
The modern box is shaped like a circle. The primitive box is a circle. To the postmodernist, the modern is primitive. And the postmodernist is trapped in a box that doesn't exist. I don't believe in the box. But I'm in love with a few people that can't function and wouldn't want to live without the box.
I just want to dance. But I have to be self aware at every moment, or that autistic dance will take over. And that's been a temptation. But I love to share. That's my box where I pace in circles.
The modern box is shaped like a circle. The primitive box is a circle. To the postmodernist, the modern is primitive. And the postmodernist is trapped in a box that doesn't exist. I don't believe in the box. But I'm in love with a few people that can't function and wouldn't want to live without the box.
I just want to dance. But I have to be self aware at every moment, or that autistic dance will take over. And that's been a temptation. But I love to share. That's my box where I pace in circles.