The color of transparent is that of spilled milk. One that only the bluish of broad and purply thin can contain.
The color of transparent is a spring bloom with strokes of green grass, river, frogs. Bubbling and belching and flowing swaying chilling with the yellow breeze.
The color of transparent is the most basic of music, not blue never purple without green nor yellow.
The color of transparent is the flushblushsmile of a camera, the inverse of the inside of a pearl.
Blacker than the white.
Whiter than the night.
16.1.11
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Very vivid images! And I'm really impressed that you've read Finnegan's Wake. You clearly have an amazing literary bent.
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well, you write the way I would expect a teenager to write. Pointless imagery and vague sounding allegory that doesn't really mean anything, but sounds almost nice. Once you mature you might actually be a good writer
ReplyDeleteyes dickhole. you write exactly how i would imagine an immature adult to write. bashing on a kid yet too shallow, probably too stupid to understand what he wrote. think about it and maybe one day you'll be as good for something with your life
ReplyDeleteoh and thanks hilari.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was deep. Great title, BTW... you are a great writer. Maybe a bit of teen angst creeping into the dark side - just the sort of thing Stephan King has entertained his readers with for years. Young, yes, but with the soul of a writer.
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