Free Writing I just wrote, as someone commented that I was "Rambling",
Much to my disdain of thys Word.
Ouh, you mentioned the word "rambling", that is more of the style of a Bible author, all those historical authors, except Freud, Kierkegaard and Nietzsche to a degree, are ramblers - What I cannot do - I cannot Ramble per se, I only wet myself in my own pure blooded Aestheticism, grasp with sensitivity at my less developed, but highly empathized right side of my brain, take the pinnacle o my blood shineth ruby, draw carnelian stones about, and build a monument out av this precious rock therein, I make it in the style of a carnelian nest - For the Raven to Fly from out of it, once its wings have reached the strength and vigor as if a black winged emperor himself, O I let my Raven Fly, From Out Of the Carnelian Stone Construct I've assembled for its majestic flight out - And it soars aloft, To the Open Sky! See, if you can distinguish, there is a fine spec of aestheticism that defines Art, and separates from those begrudged grey inked ramblers. Do you not See? The contrast of a mere Bible prophet's rambling, compariseth to th'young Phenom's Aestheticismes? For the Phenom has much of a vaster & profound cue to the amicale joys of love, comparison nigh comparison draw - to th' grey inked Rambler. For See, Aestheticism is an Affirmation of Life, whereas rambling is an ouvrage of suffrance, poverty & repentance, this the last, for being most unlike the Aesthetic One, the man of red words, thus it follows from John of Patmos, the only Aesthetic Phenom of the Bible, with most prime conclusion, opened the door... that is like the stepping inside of the Aesthetic Phenom's very own mirror - The Door To Creativity, Of Life Affirmation, Of Rainbows, of Gems and Gold, and Art as the drinking of the Blood of the Saints, See, only the Book of Revelations, is the very start - Of Religion Art. Portway to millenniums Aeternam, Of A New Earth and New Heaven. Displeasant me, most gifted of God's Archangel's, only I and only I, know their true names, for they have not yet been revealed to the avoidance of words the Saving of the Humanization. I Ask thee, doth ramble persuade thee more than Life Affirmation? I ask you again, in different light - make it reddish - that of the Augustenian sunset, do but brim a Glossialic Red, Brimming! Red Light, an abundance of plus - the Rainbow that has never happened over this red Augustenian sunset, a miracle were it to do so, and Appear, Bright in All Saven Colours - Be thou Everlast, as of the Religions of the World, and concede your appeal of Romance, over this mundane reflection of drowning waters, everlastingly, until the last sun sets.