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26 combinations of arcs and dashes: the foundation on which we build meaning, names created from nothing. Generous swoops like cradles and pointed lines that tango in a dangerous duet. We think: to not employ such a terribly powerful tool is to diminish it, but this absence only hurts us more, leaving the waiting soul as barren as the womb of the mother-to-never-be. An intangible monster whose strength stems from paradox, lighter than a butterfly’s kiss that crashes down in volcanic eruption. A bomb that can never be disarmed.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Language is the Most Vile Weapon of Man
26 combinations of arcs and dashes: the foundation on which we build meaning, names created from nothing. Generous swoops like cradles and pointed lines that tango in a dangerous duet. We think: to not employ such a terribly powerful tool is to diminish it, but this absence only hurts us more, leaving the waiting soul as barren as the womb of the mother-to-never-be. An intangible monster whose strength stems from paradox, lighter than a butterfly’s kiss that crashes down in volcanic eruption. A bomb that can never be disarmed.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
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