Blackred

May 11th, 2012

Interrupt. The lack pen. The red pencil. Stop that all that goes on obscurely. Bar the images of seduction, in red. In black search the meaninglessness of the fight. Explore it, explicit in its violent right. Then red it again. Listen not to them talking it’s all in vain. It is in vain, you know it, sensing this no. They don’t understand the extent of the ever beautiful ¬†firing, meaningless as it is. They know only no. No – on. No on!
Red their chatter. Black this red. Make a gap in there. Space it. Get into.
Hic void, hic live.

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