#TS316

No stars at night, no dreams in the day. His world was one big kaleidoscopic whirlpool of untied moments. #TS316
Let there be light: the hallucinosis that has since
leaped in quanta from feverish burning stars to the distorted colors on a
canvas #TS316
Tanned skinned, exotic women, giant, muscular men,
diamonds that shine like stars. Distorted Oriental reality. #TS316
The life she saw in the night sky was a succession
of lies. It would take twenty years for the light to reach her. There
was no time. #TS316
The mad man of the stars spent his life undistorting
distorted histories. And for that the universe owes him a debt of
gratitude. #TS316
The hyacinths stood in proud, starlit rows and the
night was falling like rain around their quietly mad perfume. #TS316
posted by temporal at 10/20/2012
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