Concept splintered, threaded together
Tangled outfits of neural nets
The outside put together:
I am the monitor and the camera.
The mirror exists in me and I am the mirror.
I watch myself writing
You shaped by your gorgeous skin.
Can't I demand of what you create of me?
Think of me without stereotype.
No shortcuts. Think of me as a thoughtful edit.
Think of me as sexy. Think of
My eyes. Sparkly no?
They are windows though
My soul by upside down spark
Of your own optical nerve
And then a gestalt.
Question: In the next line, do you mean though? I keep reading it as "through" which is what I am seeing as I stereotype the "th" and the "ough" into being another word.
I like that challenge. I'd like to spend a day without stereotypical thinking about anything - wide open to direct unmediated experience.
Of course - that's what social networks, like hubski, allow up to a point. Think of me without stereotype.
Wonderful line... No shortcuts. Think of me as a thoughtful edit.
Think of me as sexy. Think of
My eyes. Sparkly no?