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  • Writer's pictureAmelia Nicol


A sense for feeling a phrase of meaning in a glance of posture or pause in language. A certain slant or gesture to catalog what could be entirely concentrated in portions of filtrate shifting contextually according to autonomous space. Justifying irregularities for nothing to forget the solitary isolation methods and consider the possibilities of communing. Glimpses our brains cache of inter-correlate co-postulate data according to commensurable lapses in the distance fathomed between. Dimension is an illusion, the forethought to bending a curve in a protein along a path to deviate in some relevance or splatter to differentiate even further. Epiphenomenon, the chaos of composure in actual coincidence; the stances capability to carry a coincidence in language. A movements possible rise to surprise you from all of the contextual shifting of compensation and assumption on movement and memory, on the distance between, the quickly tamping curves in winnowed flesh carving itself to form bio-films of pressure in sinking past and between the gripping mucous of interstitial happenstance. Dimly calm flexing patterns of postulates for timing out relevance in thought and its projections in static pulses and concentrated tributaries of vinous limbs wrapped carelessly and carefully in channels of spectrum formulating dimension for practical past interruptions. Its all the same patterns in slight differentiation, working in certain concentrate at particular methods.

For the love of words and forgetfulness necessary to the breath in a stance of thought; how could you possibly remember? It’s seems more impossible to forget, at times, than to remember. The idea of forgetting something that has been stored or projected and converted in one way or another is almost impossible itself from ONLY observation with no perspective. Subjects of matter clashing harshly with logic and non-communicative rigors of silencing sentencing. Long chains of noise attached to one another, catching up motions projecting coincidence in cognitive reason and hiding language. It isn’t hidden, it persists without considerate. How could we forget to recall or remember the idea that an idea was one forgotten? Pulsing matrices of rhythmic timing and intricacies based on formulate gaps in reasoning.

A necessary stance to consideration, the formidable cold of silences and the harsh wreathing twines of stretching examples of experimentation and ramification therein. What thoughts have you dremt yourself to test you with? What places has your mind been abused in? The relevance in emotional pain foregrounding conceptions of feelings, ideas, or impressions; fortitude to slip from relevance that is purposed for deceit to challenge procuring the cause of such supposed embarrassment and surprise. Much to mine, deceit is necessary to relevant thought; positions for different sorts of wondering for myself in the wonderment of knowledge grasping out catches of spellings and misplacement of sudden realizations. Like avoidance, accommodation patterning for catching certain glimpses of pattern or method in retaining the distance necessary to function with the foreboding. Thick, sinking feeling; the weight of emotion in ratio, individuality passively and quietly, quickly as violently as you need. SILENCE>

there’s a harsh blare of harassment and annoyance that’s parting carelessly with thrashing fury at justifying a fucking consideration in thought; have you any right to consider…..

Blank space to a computer is no such wonderment therein nor compensations for bearing the weight of an idea. To find actual randomness in postulated data is necessary to actually formulate path; there is no new path, nor old; it’s all chaotic coincidence in timing and spacial assumption. The idea that something could truly be random, the idea that something could actually be forgotten. Participant thresholds for memorization do exist as actuality beyond the assumptive power of external apex non-present in body. (have faith, dear, it will come to you.)

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