Ramble Written Blog

Anne — Tue, 29 May 2007 23:14:44 GMT

Hmmm? I'm new to this blog thing. I'm not sure that I will like it much. Others may like it less. A blog is nothing but a bunch of blah blah blah. That is why I choose to do it ramble written. Write as fast as you can trying to catch the essence of your stream of conscience and the falling chaotic rain of your soul. This human protoplasm of truth is not written in paragraphs, words or sentences. It is written in shades, colors and textures sensations and synapses that do not follow the rules of grammar. My soul speaks to me in passion sequences of love and disgust. If I write fast enough I get to the primal essence and it starts to comeout after sentence structur has broken down, after grammar has flown the coup and I am in to the anarchistic rapture of free flowing thought unboxed by labels. Ramble writing is something I have always done with a pencil not a pen and sure as hell not a key board I don't know if this will work where I write more from my pussy than my head and more from the generator of my pussy's drive. Come to me you errotic muse and fuck me on the rocky shores of my imagination letting go to slip into the trancendent abyss where there is no telling what there is to transcend with. love in my heart MAY CONNECT TO NO REAL PERSON BUT NO LESS REAL MY LOVE AND LUST THAT OZZES FROM ME LIKE SATANS JISM ON THE BREATH OF JESUS. FASTER HARDER FASTER i ROCK MY HIPS TO BRING FORTH WRITHING WORDS OF THE SOULS SECRETS IN A HEAD MADE MORE EMPTY BY THE EFFORT. WHERE ARE YOU MY INTELLECTUAL ANARCHIST COWBOY. I want to suck your throbbing angst and let you ride me like a Brahma and like a darmah too. I’ll be your tantric heifer until we leap from this life like a freight train headed in the wrong direction or until you become a freight train headed in the wrong direction. You can trust me right up until you can’t. Heisenberg keeps tweaking my nipples and sending me in orgasmic directions that are tied to no one. So poke me one more time before I head down the road. I’ll remember your sweet love’n ‘til I’ve forgotten it. If you don’t like ramble writing don’t read my shit.

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