gatherings

start. this has to be fast spontaneous, music video like, fast cuts flashing lights. move with the speed of sound, rush, skip, miss, do not understand. the structure says more about the reality of me, and we as a people; than the content, which is merely some pencil marks that make up a portrait. where is that you transcend from a seeker, some one who hopes to understand. or that who is playing with hollow words, constructs, images, references, the work of others. and make people hate him for it, or love him. slowing down. no not good, try faster, my fingers move faster, butt does it translate into a faster read, ha, i amaze myself, such stupidity.
, where does one draw the line. where sensibility ends, expression begins. bore, kill, get hated, does this translate into good works. maybe it does. summer's gone. almost gone. why. the penis. or the skin of it. peeling off, the fat of a red lady;s thigh. why. the blood in his stool. meaning; who creates. begin construction. conceptualize. gather. COHERENCE. then spill it all. splash it on to a wall of uselessness. but first move towards a solution. converge to it. then shuffle. creative logic. [ whims . methods . ideas . revolts ]

more thoughts than i can capture, create words for, tangents. take a rest. a crazy butcher needed, walking through the folds, new connections, maybe hope. i need a paragraph, a glue to connect the statements. to lay the pieces together , fill the wide spaces. questions i should end.

i do not want to be hated?
i know i am too pretentious?
i believe everything i do is right/good/ some positive thing?