I have no style,
I have technique.
I theorize restrictions,
and then I restrict myself
from such restrictions.
Moderation
in all things,
especially applied
to moderation.
I suppose,
then,
that my ideas
acted out
carried out
through action
become the very
style
I disown.
Who am I to say?
All I can do
is define,
but even then,
is that even
anything?
Curiouser and curiouser,
my dear Self.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
I have no style,
I have technique.
I theorize restrictions,
and then I restrict myself
from such restrictions.
Moderation
in all things,
especially applied
to moderation.
I suppose,
then,
that my ideas
acted out
carried out
through action
become the very
style
I disown.
Who am I to say?
All I can do
is define,
but even then,
is that even
anything?
Curiouser and curiouser,
my dear Self.
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