"A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep."
- Saul Bellow
words, i am full of words, bursting forth with gregariousness, hiding back with coldness. words spill out of me in waves, like those crashing at beach, those spilling into my eyes. deep dark words, light and airy words, magical fairy words, liquidy words and diddly words. las palabras rocian de la alma. what am i saying, gotta watch my words. what am i playing, gotta twist my words. what am i slaying, cleancutting words. words are for nerds, but nerds aren't forwards. what am i thinking, in symbols and words, feelings and dreams. words are my castle and my prison. shining in waves through a prism. izzle my dizzle this cataclysm, this atavism, this radacism.
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