Caught Connection

What is new in the insanity of winter? Minding my business I consume, eating I don’t see, I wait. Don’t re-read again, don’t send out another one, do something else. It started in December, no maybe January, it’s believed to be the coldest air to hit southeast Michigan in 20 years, it been only 20 days with an invitation. Oh! That sound again. Reply, wait for a reply. The silence in between is both a feather and a knife. Mix signals, red ribbon connection is in dial, is it the green one? No, the black. Message failed. Go to the O.N. line casino, lose time and spend every minute, will you like it, Google it, pin it, poke it, push or pull it, dislike it, reject it, stab it, strangle it. The energy is high but we must wait, in order, you as in myself, 5 percent compatible.

LOL

Laugh out loud at different places, maybe different planets, please cover your mouth for your tongue might fall out. Finger prints lick the screen with text. Gasp the black and gray matter. I regret what happened last time, I shouldn’t but then I feel good. Bipolar, polar vortex, the ink between the skin boils. High laughter drips secrets and secretes lol’s from the pores on to the page. Keep me in the dark, by your side, wait and listen for my arrival. Super bowl 2014 was a blow out and most watched TV show in history. Back and forth the ball is thrown, turning blue than black. We text, yes! We text all night and day but digital glass miles separates our flesh. Is that what you really mean? Pause. That sound again, my heart is in my ears as the excitement builds, I reply, wait for a reply.

SMH

Shaking my head, then my hand. The world on the line, simmering on the edge, dark space liters the stage, filters incoming and out coming data. Indonesian volcano eruption claim lives after villagers allowed to return. Engulfing the norm, assimilate, don’t cross the line, there is no way up only out, on, in, and under. Don’t write the name in red for red means dead. I was clean, kept myself at a distance but now it clings, I’m waiting still for it to come, that sound. A patch for this or the real deal, a game changer that does not exists, frozen in space. Captured, someone dying to enter the fire and cannot return after taste.

LMAO

Laugh my ass off at the end of the day, fall hard, please. My hope is you devour my language as I send it. No going back, I make a stand, put yourselves out there. Chemicals are in balances, ready? Sent. Risk rejection. That sound! Read, reply, wait for a reply. Can’t help but smile. What other world is this? Did I fall?

WTF

What the… I think you got point. This new language, new rule and codes, new way of thinking and ways of connection via wifi or human interaction all done with galaxies and apples. We do not speak out loud, we communicate with touch, with fingers. 

( Above is my project 1, which has had a great and drastic change to it.

As you can see below was my attempt almost like murder. I have went into a new direction with my project, yes I still use some of my imagines, but now is not just train of thought, it is more. My feelings are incorporated into the text; there is a new language, new thoughts. It’s based on technology- news stories, texting, forgetting time, losing yourself in this digital world. This to me is almost like a drug, consuming each word like a starve beast. It has the same feel of 2^nd avenue but I think butler got in there a bit. I also think I got inspired by the readings done in class by the capstone students. Overall, I think it turned out well.