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Euclidian Insanity

Member since 2006 · Posted 24 Apr 2006 · 3 comments

Squares twirl as pairs into circles that swirl, spinning in pi across the lines that bind to realign, I take my life and survive inside this fractured diamond mind, where I shine, and spend my time pioneering an ancient space alive inside this place, I experience the hyper states of hyper space, as exotic dimensions of geometry begin to tremor, and rattle in silent slipstreams of violent transformation, altering the vast currents of vibration into shifts of frequency, that render the spatial projections of my locality into a galactic manifestation, triggering micro explosions of stellar equation, that ultimately drives the mind I have left behind, as I slip further into the infinite rearrangements of the insane and deranged.

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[9] patty t 26-Apr-06/5:10 PM Reply

wouldn't insanity be a non-euclidean space. (sorry to be Riemann you out like this) *9

[10] Enkidu 27-Apr-06/9:02 PM Reply

This could be more polished, but chances are it wouldn't be nearly as good. Loved the title, love the poem, kudos. *10*

[0] god'swife 28-Apr-06/12:48 AM Reply

You have no grasp on human existence. I cannot even venture to guess what childhood atrocities must have been inflicited on you to make you want to write such an empty and uninspired piece of shit as this.

You're just one more sorry ass strutting around in this pitiful sanctuary for self-important asses. This drivel lacks all relevancy. Is this what you sit around pondering about? Is this the most intriguing most profound most soulful experience you can write about?
What the fuck, are you some kind of horrible mutant? Try 'writing' something pertinent, germane, material, apropos to the soul and its struggle. It's tragic that such a bunch of heartless pukes have turned a once stimulating arena of thought into a incestuious hotbed of superfluous and inferior banter. The fact that some idiots feel it neccessary, let alone plausible, to leave comments on such atrocities is only more proof that you've all completely lost connection with the drama of human existence. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Get a life. A real one consisting of love and loss, pain and exrutiating ecxtasy, the awareness of our absurd and fleeting existence. You're all stuck in a boring putrid land of make believe. Fucking losers.