peridot or amethyst, my insides may be rock

2003-09-19, 10:08 p.m.

ive come to the conclusion that this is a black hole, and nothing ever leaves the page like i wanted it to. the horizon is something for people to observe, and yet the innards of the body are completely unactractive, no great widoms to impart, no hilarity to read into. there is the illusion of emision, the illusion of interaction with other particles and waves; illusion, thats it (dont make me explain the life of a virtual and anti particle, what a short lived marriage).

so why do i toss energy in, even though i know it is physically impossible to impact the mind of another person through such massively succulent, but futile means? because i see nothing more than the chance for its nearly unheard of brother. how could its skin feel, iris white, negative mass, mass and idea sinking into, but conversely spewing from its pores. obstructing the laws of physics, a factory of light, unholy creator, natural justifier of life and death. the hope of any person, in fewer, or just different words is to have made this possible, even for just one time in their life.