Assaulting and liquidating with the language, into a freeness that merges into its own usage of forms

The more I stretch it, pull at and blend, the more my curiosity gives into it.

Freedoms over form. Overfreedoms.

Admittedly, I become besotted by overfreedoms of usage.

I love them.

Not just free — beyond free, assaulting and liquidating with the language, into a freeness that merges into its own usage of form. Oh and shape, The shape of meaning. The shape of its turns well, extra especially.

Yes yes to a stickness it may be. I used to call stickiness of words and the gutteral qualities, a beloved sickness. Still do at times…

The more I stretch it, pull at and blend, the more my curiosity gives into it.

Overfreedoms. The more of it I take in — Well, the more it becomes planetary. Becomes part of an apparent endlessness, encircling airy and long-headed, to a vibrance, that keeps track of itself, that annotates, expands, transforms, constructs.

Sadly, often badly, even miserably, become enthralled to the “likes” of its reality. Who and that\-what created its somethingness, bargy argy over making any sense of its . Is it physical ?

Yes and no.