Slapstick word blurting

It’s been a long while since I last pulled off one of these. I believe it won’t be filled with anguish, like the previous ones, it’ll act as some kind of sonar.

Ever felt like putting things on paper, or maybe just materializing them in some kind of way, allows for closer contact with the idea, or feelings involved?

That’s pretty much the intention behind this post.

I’m listening to sustain++ while writing this, after having read 60+ chapters of Kaguya-Sama.

It comes to mind as a word stream



<p>sometimes it shows up as colors, chills of even shock.</p>



<p>This alleviating sensation of being in touch,</p>



<p>touching the self, or maybe even shards of the self contained within others.</p>



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<p>But the touch is constrained, vision is limited</p>


<p>scents and touch are no longer allowed,</p>



<p>experience limited, virtualized by sheer will</p>



<p>→ unaccepting of losing contact</p>



<p>     → unaccepting of solitude</p>



<p>         → unaccepting of the self</p>



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<p>Impotence, will and anger,</p>



<p>Change, statics and structure,</p>



<p>Contact, surfacing, and layering.</p>



<p>Crack and chip away the ego.</p>



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<p>Turn the experience into illusion</p>



<p>Silence the subconscious, and overlap</p>



<p>Make impotence fuel,</p>



<p>turn anger into reward.</p>



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<p>Have distance as a byproduct.</p>

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