Sighs, Signs, & Reading Minds.

The more you know about a culture, the less we judge and listen to stereotypes. Icons then have more meaning and create confusion with the connotation of the icon. Visual communication is key to synthesizing ideas because no one can see into your mind but you can display your "mind's eye".

Individuals are made up of collective symbols to create who they are. There are symbols can also create who they want the world to view them as.

Purposefully Placed Proportions

I have the most sudden urge to tell everyone how I feel.

Tapping, ticking, tock.

Put me in your pocket; I'd like that a lot.

The front pocket; I'm not the one to ride in the back.

I'm light as a feather, not the kind of weight you would have to carry.

What do you think about that?

Propositions.

Purposefully placed proportions.

Brain Juice

I have just begun to stare into the inner outwards of my eyelids.

I can't make up the difference between left and right,

or even happiness from lonliness for that matter.

The clicking in my brain makes up for the lack of intertwining our bodies do.

You're big, and you make my body feel so small.

You've got small nothing, and you make my brain feel so big.

Why can't this be?

I could sit in this world for days and never peak out,

never even wonder what is outside.

I am warm and cannot be touched.

I can work with this, this can be worked.

I wish I was high right now, I would feel like I was floating.

Floaiting in my brain fluid. Ha.

Numbers

I have lost the one that goes with my too.

Job Hearts

Being in a relationship is like practice for a job interview. You show someone your best side, you get the job, and someday, well, you quit.

Flour-Covered Feathers

I did't mean to stiff you but out of all actuality, you stiffed me. It's to the umpteenth degree. You know what I mean. (Interlude). And here we go; you may be the one that I see. Even more than I see. Maybe even desire. Knifed, fire, psalters, gone. Gone. Gone.

Don't flinch out by your change. Naked is the truth we all need to be. Don't get broken down by the sting. Don't even flinch keep it stinging. The cops and the news don't know the heaven from hell. We can just trust in the wind we feel on our feathers and the rain on our skin. The resin in the gun we have loaded isn't what clean feeling or desire. The siren is the alarm and the tempt or truth. Goodnight.