once I was a little light as I begin reading freedom chants of drunks, junkies and whores an ajar door smashes open for here enters the old summoned god "keep going, useless anglofag, write in my older borrowed tongue Can't you see: no beauty nor delight?, here you have no words" 'e wants to break, 'e wants to crash, 'e wants to feel me lost but enchantments, threats and anthems, aren't just words alone? as I lay breathing abstract worlds, into my strange pristine soul I whimper, I bang, but I, like time, shall be no more.
Re: once I was a little light And like a candle blown out, all disappears. No God or no more hallucinations. /didn't understand much, but catch some of it in a primitive way.
Re: once I was a little light Son muchas palabras lindas. Me gustan los relatos abstractos que surgen de la nada, las ideas aisladas y todo eso, me recuerda a escritores que no vienen al caso. Me gusta eso en las letras, no en la matemática, sólo por comentar tu oficio que influye tanto en tu 'obra'.
Re: once I was a little light why, thank you both. it is primitive, and it is abstract, but I sort of tried giving it a meaning. maybe that was the major problem. anyway, love for you honeybunnies.
