Author: Words are a throbbing
congregation of forces which evince themselves into utterance and scrawl by
virtue of the conspiracy of consciousness and the blood and will of muscles
disrobed into screeches by the vehement compulsion of neurons and the florid
sparks of naked desire. They don't come from dictionaries, they come from the
unclenched breast and are the cherry blossoms and briar thorns of a broken
heartbeat. They are miraculous energies of revelation and manifestations of a
confluence of intelligent tangents of evolution crying in the sand and
begetting trails of daisies in their wake. Your words come from the well of
your loins and they touch me like a bitten lip or a throbbing nipple. I know
that they come from the book of infinity these rippled whispers, yelps, blurts and I am
overawed by the sonorous music and harmonious pulses which your words become
when I unpeel them like hieroglyphonous effigies from the helicopter seed pods
of natural velocity which bring them floating in at my window.
Him: Just shows how catastrophically
inadequate language is
Her: That's not a best
compliment I ever heard))
Fan: I love your
words
Author/author: X X X
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