‘Enchanted by the symbolic aesthetics of the embedded paradigm’– Cai Guo-Qiang, On Creation, What about the art?
There’s an innate sensibility that desires to glimpse the hypothalamus in action. It’s not even innate or sensible, really at all. The conductor was described yesterday as an almost God like figure of the body. At the re-positioned house of healing. Remembering the exact word string delivered in reference- long gone. Which is a pity, because single words like almost in front a word as God, could cause fault without rain check. Key word could. Like the pyramid scheme, in business and that secret type your not meant to talk about. Hierarchies inevitable lick avoided in spiral hinge.
Skepticism has an incurable grasp. Grass. Grid
Apparently shapes have meaning, and all the cool kids know it. Meaning is for those without courage to accept nothing as everything. Previous sentence wants a contradictory phrase. Meaning. Perhaps just different meaning, than the other meaning. Those is probably me, and meaning has mean within. It is awfully hard to avoid, shapes, or the idea you are capable enough to talk through them. Or is it they speak through you. In case of leading certain ideas into the wrong ideals. Or vise versa. Such as cross hatch, avoided to plague extremes; finding itself three lots, canvas spine.
But even a leaf under the microscope reveals similar patterns. Perhaps a disclaimer on shapes stating, do not take my word for it.
Week previous would have G words banished in fear. Salt has been replaced with anchovies. Mustard on the do to list. Succumbed to time related questions in regards to building and inhabitants. Paint colour schemes dictated by the low ink printer.