My fingertips are a conduit for the intangible. This network of live-wires busily weaving thoughts like a city grid. Clarity is rare here. It is more common that a super-charged electrode of passion explodes in front of me and I am compelled to write.
Each letter calls out in it's own way, and a mere word is never just that. Such a finite list of letters with infinite possibility. Words have the power to make me rethink, question, rebel and escape. Two dimensional and inanimate, yet they form a harmonious orchestra.
Each letter calls out in it's own way, and a mere word is never just that. Such a finite list of letters with infinite possibility. Words have the power to make me rethink, question, rebel and escape. Two dimensional and inanimate, yet they form a harmonious orchestra.
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sunofnone:
You have a cool name. Reminds me of an awesome band.
kyusss:
I imagine it would. You are cool for noticing 
Also, you like Metalocalypse (among other cool things) so kudos brutha!
Also, you like Metalocalypse (among other cool things) so kudos brutha!