Get land or die trying

We are all thieves

we are
We are the Perfume of unspoken Language
We are Floating in a hypnotic state of suggestibility
We are absent in our own presence
We are on the outer ring of a dream, too far from the fire
We are the intangible materiality of the spirit, in the cave of forgotten dreams
We are images in the darkness of biochemical flames
We are fireflies flickering in the neurons like countless stars
We are the bone of the human skull with its oculars like a camera, shaping the cinema of forms
We are lost and floating, grasping at love in the blindness of the human soul
We are the end of the world and tomorrow is its beginning
We are


-some phrases stolen from the blog of circular genius, "INTANGIBLE MATERIALITY" by Bruce Duensing