This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Mendacious
Precipices and chasms The poverty of words belies the poverty of philosophy A calligraphy of lies weaves a beautiful cacophony
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