Samthuglyfes journal: Division of at least ten

The art that I define, as a system has no end. Yet as an artist, I define my own ending. This object is the end result of a system with no end. Beginning with no defined result, by a system of layers I will define each object. Here and now, the present. This is where an artist describes the basis of all being and presents the system of actionable events. Description of the character set is and has to be logically coordinated with the landscape, unless unknown. Simply making each decision without thought and steam-training a limited idea is not an intentional outcome. Though a required intent for more work on the art using the system in place. Perpetual system Picture perfect pathetic even though the photograph was proof. Do we sit back and watch life go by like a flash, all to suffer a demise no soul can burden. Distilled in a perpetual motion, stability within the continuity. Destiny within the shadows laid out like life striking opportunity forth coming creation, purpose enlightened in the darkest places. The fool comes crashing down. Think about what the world's telling you, and what you are telling you. The direction no which you go is difficult. The written word in time is the sacrifice refuted accepting, I don't need to rhyme, I need to think. Waiting for you to think. Floating not striking, wading for the time to change. Resurrecting eluded hidden fears. The culture is living in positional thought instead of mixing it up to suit your sort. Like a pack of cards I got the hearts and she wants my diamonds. Let's look back through the the origination of thinking. Questioning why, what, who, when, where. I, a. oo, en, air. So we are past store age by the letters or the spoken word at the end of your thought his spade is broken, clubbed out by the club with a missing ear a clover picked to pieces by your career. Pulling out an ace out of your rear, remember I'm the king b***h wipe away your tears. Cause like a pack of cards..