I wrote this by basically thinking of each word as i wrote the word before it. Oddly enough, it does have a sort of strange meaning to it, but i'll leave it open to interpretation. Enjoy: The transatlantic algorithms drenched in abyssmal continuity are less in number as the six-eyed falcon parades its glory in a stained-glass symphony. A wrinkle or fold with such a name as bedlam is ignited and spread wingspan and eyelid wide in tumultuous grief. The ends of the snow-black universe are pulled farther away from one-another's gravitational fury, but only the future is bent as the present screams, untampered with. As I sit at my desk among the cloud arches of Sulcecia slums, my calligraphy-birthed ink and green-backed scroll are pulled east, foreshadowing the cataclysmic invasion of once-distant space. But my children's children will observe this transient love letter as I did, like gazing up a ceiling that is bound to fall the moment you leave the room. Remember Lucia. ...yeah i don't know what the fuck "Remember Lucia" means. but uh. i like it.
..that is bound to fall the 'moment'? you leave the room... I think you missed that word. Nice writing though, I cant exactly understand all of that, let alone come up with an interpretation. I think the part from "The end of the snow-black universe...." is the better part, mainly because I have no idea what the first part says.
ah you're right. fixed. yeah, i think i started writing with a bit more focus once i got past the first two sentences, but i like them all the same. thanks for the response.