Writing nebulous [PG]

[Guest Phaedrus]

tick-tock goes clock hand moving big and small grooving and time flowing through the batteries but it's 5 years later and the clock's stopped and there's spiderwebs on its roundness and a man's dead skeleton is inhabiting the room but the soul is flowering in a bloom in wonderment and doom and the earth is in ruin reddening and a dune letting out deep-inheld sighs of its housed organism's design and shuttling them off into the universe to diversify what's been purified for synthetical symbiosis for the vast ocean with stars and nebulas and quasars and black holes and white holes and light and who-knows-what-else-there-is-we-have-never-ever-seen-and-may-yet-find-deep-in-that-unknown-but-wondrous-expansion so in a moment compressed is each so in each is a moment compressed then exploding expulsively the ether lands to the eater which has been consumed to consummate collusions loosen the confusion and contradict the rising status quo revolution and speak soothsion like lovely softness to the hard stolidness of samelings of illusions these hallucinogenic desert dream-eaters of progressing solutions and earth is mars the god of war the planet of rust the oxidizing lack of trust water evaporating like musk the sun burning away its nuclear fissive reaction as dusk fades across one ebb of the globe and rises setting across the other but through the shadows of dawn nothing moves except a stillness covering the land on a paradise that's now becoming dusty called earth and the sun knows it's burning away to grow big and crash into the earth's bays to swallow up such beauty and effuse into some towering black hole which within itself will be another sun and another earth and another race of beings who are sitting and enjoying the scene of the bruised smear sky and the south-eastern lights and the comet which will land that has traces of some odd race's cells which would be us now just a rememberancer caught inside the jaws of a black hole unaware of the mad echoes of the universe's humorous morphemes that speak meaning and meaning alone without demeaning but seeming to say a madness of a poetical metaphoring metabolisming of energies of exquisite un-wordings of sublimity's austere symphony of swathersome seeming infinity and yet the sun of this black-hole other-reality blares bright rays of hope across the edges of all times a white hole in a black hole ever-expanging to seek an overwhelming of the black hole's laws of relativity which keep everything gravitized in interdiction to warrant an extinction so the light travels in a sea of instantanity weaving across dimensions into galaxia of dreams awakening to the grazing of pure energy and pure communicable actuality and so this in-a-black-hole sun is focused by these race of beings who have now evolved into something more by symbiosizing our own cells into their own and they foresee the light's purpose and make a magnum opus of focus to this sun's light so outside the black hole there begins to trace a lace of creeping-out light forcing itself through the rift of relativity of the black hole and then it's coming out more more and more and it finds itself in the debris of some planet that's unknown and it awashes gloweringly over each piece of debris like a loving healsome longing and the light communicates moments of blissful blandishment to these race of people who have learned how to travel as the light in the light so they come out of this black hole to find themselves in the debris and they analyze the antecedence of antiquity to find that there existed here something which they've become and then in a flash of memories their complex mdrDRNA sextrahedrix polyspiral transmits to their minds memories of echoing temporaries and before's saiditries and they're dinosaurs and bateriums and geraniums and eukaryotic prokaryotes and viruses and martians and unexpressable organisms which we all a part in the evolution of this one moment of transcendent towering and then these beings focus the locus of themselves within the light to what they read as the biggest sun in this other-black-hole universe they've found and then they're projected there and they focus this sun's light with the sun still creeping out of their own black hole so it's like a lacing connection of sun's light then they're creeping outside another black hole so they're now within-a-black-hole-within-a-black hole as the light creeps out of this other-black-hole and they find themselves next to some more debris and they read it and they hear the word chandrasekhar they see some symbols they can't understand शिव the symbols say शिव they say again and again शिव but the race has outstretched themselves and they're existing in too many existences and stretched too thin and it's all collapsing and a great face gazes at them all through the ebbs and flows of their diassociation and complete paradoxial ruination and they gaze into a third eye and they gaze and they gaze hypnotized as they become compressed into the light and melded into it and the great face reaches out and fashions the light around his neck as a necklace and lets off a wide smile that parts the universe in a shivering orgasm of delight and the clock starts ticking in the age-old room again but it's been made new again and the man that was a skeleton is alive again and the moment is being relived and the face is still out there smiling chandrasekhar is still creating destruction and weaving souls into the stitchwork of all-pure and evervescent light and in each moment there is all and in all there is each moment but the man can only feel the anguish of a depression frowning across his face and the man is stuck to relive this moment again and again until he smiles a smile that is part of the lips of shiva until he kisses awareness and becomes to know each moment as each everything until he is chandrasekhar's pure Self in an individual's self gazing at the things around him and fashioning them into sacred particles of pulsation which communicate all sensual situations--that which we call light

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Interesting. I read this ... story, if you will, in the style of a freestyle rap and found it quite intriguing. I like your story, even though you made up a whole lot of words it seems and that's aside from the seemingly randomly tossed biology terms.

I suppose i could make the complaint that there are no periods, paragraphs, commas, stanzas, or anything, but I'm guessing you did that on purpose. In fact, I'm guessing that everything about this... 'story'... is exactly as you intended itt without intending to change it, so I can't really tell you to correct it.

Overall, I think it was cool. How long did you spend on it?[/COLOR]