Writing
If I keep spitting this out surely I will eventually get down what it is I am concepting. That growing sensation within and without manifesting in the physical and perceivable forms. The upwelling of creative manufacture out of the bodily processes: shit vomit blood sweat tears wax mucus.
To reflect and put into words those fleeting gestures that do not collect nor form a whole, but are left forever open, unfinished.
open unfinished
New neat little tricks crop upon a typewriter the more you use it. An integrated intuitive learning system, use as you learn, immediate satisfaction. The carpet burn from a night of incest slowly heals.
Do as thou wilt signpost jacking no stopping.