If Anyone Can Decipher This...

[Flinte]

I was listening to andrew bird one day and decided to start typing, not about anything, just typing, and this is what happened... There is a plethora of ideas running through the open minded world in which we live in to utilize the thought of loathing paradoxes. Witnesses say they have never felt more included in this raging whirlpool they call satisfaction of the collective train. Grey skies show through this deceptive light like an oxygenated dune of hindsight. Circles and circles of rain introduce life of erosion with the membrane of a wormhole. In these rushing clashes of energy traveling aimlessly through the new universe of elements, creation is imminent. Vast circles of cosmos fortify the layer of translucent water vapors we breathe in heavily from the dikes in the parallel land of the imagination. Gravitational thresholds write an image section of uprising drafts, and deciphering these random forms of cities is not an exiting way of realizing the sins we have assured. Carefully reading these, however, will attract the opposite. By reading these, of course, will enhance the epiphany of an arrangement of all things around. Parting these things is difficult to grasp with the extraction of your knowledge. In specific cases, the rotating countryside of automatic structures is not the source of these extracts, important tasks fuel the frothy exceptions. Ruling the randomized hilltops can be unimaginable to the common mind, but building it up does come from the thought of a legacy. To some people, a connection between these direct relatives is a near impossible fiberglass. Which is why optical grains of trembling waterfalls come from the rebirth of an octagon space, so filling up red water with streams of ending infinitives can be dangerous, but in reality the form of conscious is not real to start with. Directions of cross growing under-seas fills up balloons of pure chemically charged hollows. Why these hollows have risen to great nourishments, is still a pseudo oxy-moron to most reasonable beings. Concluding these conceptions of weathering is not flowering reasonable doubt. When you see the fine line of sand that divides the alternate theories that justify the living, reality may occur. When this happens, collecting cubic metaphors is near the wanderer of glacial empires. Contrasting hands is not negative, but on the positively charged tomorrow’s yesterday. Gloom management overrides these acicular berries, but conclusions do never last. Rays of liquid jade can cause slight irrelevant havoc in some parts of these electrical currents, but can be easily un-flushed by two arrows of remembrance. While most people may think that these occurrences form intelligence, they are frazzled by the sickness of duration. Forms of this sickness range from clustering habits of vermilion domains, to undeniably deciphered graphs of action. With these, the cure is near impossible to recreate from the locks in our imagination. Effectively going through the forest of sparked chaos is near impossible with out these sicknesses, so the cure is non-compulsory to the highly beckoned mind. Therefore right and wrong has been distorted into an excessive pulse of wonder. With these wonderings, we can finally see the purpose of existence.

[Aly]

If I'm not mistaken, this is mainly talking about the Earth and the human mind. It's about science and unexplainable phenomenons. I'll read more through it and tell what I see. ~~~ I have completely read through it. Wow... This is an intence piece of work! What I got from it was: ~ Talk about the human mind and why we see things the way we do ~ The beginning of a universe ~ The way to see why we are on Earth. This was written by a very intelligent person! They must understand everything more than anyone I could ever HOPE to know! I'm pretty sure that from this, the person is having trouble figuring out the meaning of life, but knows how to get it. They just wrote an explination on how to get it and how to think, but are also having trouble. Judging by the description, grammar, and spelling, this person must be a writer!

[Flinte]

Hahaha, I was the one who wrote that. I was the one who was listening to Andrew Bird. It isn't really supposed to mean anything, I just started writing for fun. Try listening to your favorite band, and just start typing whatever comes to mind, and you might end up with something like this.

[Howie]

I think it is great. Just as abstract art, so to can language be. The mind is so intriguing. You may want to check out this --->A writen abstract journal

[trogdor1134]

i read a little and some of the sentenses make sense and some are fairly shitty if i can say that. this document is so full of metiphores that it is hard to follow and truly understand, if possible. over all it seems pretty cool though nice job