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May 13, 2006
I visualize language much like Mozart saw complete orchestrated operas inside his brain. Much like numbers arranged themselves in Nash's brain before marking theories on dorm windows. I see word patterns in different languages. Sometimes numbers punch alongside the letters. Letters destined to be words. Rapid words fated to smearing ink. Writing that can turn fate and destiny against each other. But by the time the sloppy letters hit the page, my lack of higher education comes between us. All I can count on are the euphoric episodes to bring out messages from within the electric mysteries of my tongue.