perhaps.
decide!
form before function?
matter?
(does it? perhaps.)
or myth?
alone in the garden, she waits patiently for her father, her brother, her lover, the image of God (a piece of His soul) to bathe her of sin. sweat drips, and the sunscorched garden is tangible for the first time; is. here is the mirror, and langue hath intruded in her solitary sibilant somnambulation; in her exalted ghetto, Pandora chokes and wails.
tikkun olam: now, how do we repair the world, replace the fragments of truth that have escaped from the box of sin and evil and replace them in inaccessible heaps that remind us of our bitter mortality? perhaps it is their rupture that inspires bitterness; the vessels were supposed to shatter, and the sparks to fly as celestial fire to all corners of ageometry, but in order inspire, respire, perspire, aspire, conspire, we must first be able to retire.
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ReplyDeleteNO! THE REAL QUESTION: HOW WOULD IT FEEL TO CLIMB THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE?
ReplyDeleteFuck the fruit.