every time i go up to my attic, i get lost in my old notebooks, diaries, sketchbooks, and 'dummies' filled with scribbles of dribbled drops of thought from my brain and eyes mixed with ink and graphite on decaying paper. What to do with all that? Knowing that i hardly ever bring a project to completion, i half-heartedly set out now to somehow integrate what i find this evening. in a pictorial way. We'll make up the rules as we go along.

RULE NUMBER ONE:
no text shall be produced other than:
 - in mindmaps
 - in poetry
 - embedded in drawings, sketches and other hand-produced material.
 - in titles and tagwords.
-> this means i must continue this intro as a mindmap. see you beyond the scanner!
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RULE NUMBER TWO:
Images should be self-explanatory
 - hyperlinks to related subjects and sites are allowed in accompanying blogspace or description.

winking involuntarily at signposts I bump my skulls into
this team of me's makes mastery of quartering a self
that created a body of evidence to support a life of experience
in a world of solidified facts all chosen to be real

wink

waiting for directions from an inner guide I circle
and encircle something centrifuging fusing something
a mind with a mission fused to a centre
breathing fugues of trash from imploding lungs

..i....

the centre refuge refuses isolated selves
that wish with half hearts for both birections
that hold on to letting go of both injunctions
that orbit raging at the outskirts of confusion

..ink

a trail of signposts points broken to a center
full of debris molten neatly to a black diamond hole
absorbingly enticing me's grossly in attraction
what will this ride bring a question mark

win..

marking my position i dive a bungee
ricocheting off the middlewoman's text balloon
(let go! lookatyouyou'refuckingpathetic! Just. Let. Go!)
and back and back to back with doubt i fall

..in..

Living is risking lines of time to break free from a history in the making

Right: "I love myself as I am"

Left: all the resistance to this belief.

reaching for the earth from chains of bone

the weakest link is the thought of weakness