sometimes i think that although our senses hold us back from completely experiencing truth... they are the gateways that get us much closer to it, than thinking will ever accomplish.

yes i know. I'm far too blake for my own good. but its wonderful, and I understand the obvious paradox and complication in what I'm saying. If language and thinking are flawed means of understanding then how the hell can I say that I'm blake.. because the only experience of blake i have is through his language and the thinking i've done upon it. But if Cixous (i hope i didnt leave out an "i") is right, then contradiction and complication is closer to honesty than logic and linearity. (ok i know that word looks wrong, bear with me)

heh if i was my lit theory TA, I'd add at this moment the phrase "and thats crucial, thats really big" in my surfer/british accent.

Maybe thats why i like turner. i like people and things that don't give me answers or straight lines. The best emotions and experiences seem to be the ones that our senses respond to in ways that are beyond coherent thought.

its almost 3:30 in the morning. my back aches. i guess i'll sleep now.

no i wont be the one baptized in cum

what will happen instead
someone will demand my head
and then i will kneel down
and give it to them