[160] Assignment: Letter Autobiograph(ies)
I am a balloon on a windy day.
I am the lollipop whose stick sags with too much spit.
I am the noose hanging slack from the neck of a body ready to fall.
I am a recently blown bubble with a string of soap still attached.
I am a needle injecting sperm into an empty egg.
I am the head of thin-beaked bird.
I am the worm crawling out of its home.
I am a monocle with a broken chain.
I am the blade and handle of a pizza cutter.
I am a comet with a short tail.
My existence is to provide the existence of sound. I am less of the shape, and more of the concept. Things drop in me and I let out music voices. Perhaps the mathematics of my design hasn’t been perfected yet, but as of now, I make the amateurs sound a little more than shitty, depending on how much respect I receive. I’m overlooked until I’m remembered in forgetfulness. I don’t exist on guitars.
I am so insufferable. I pop out of nowhere to exist everywhere, just because that’s the nature of things. Yum yum… look here, bitch, it’s me again! Here to fuck up your math problem with my intangible infinite-ness. Yum yum – I’m on your circles, not this sweet surprise of a cherry pie. Listen – I’m so popular even your little gremlins of human offspring waste time memorizing this voluptuous body of mine. You wish you were me. I hold infinity inside me! I have every book written, names of gods and peasants, dates of the important and the unimportant events, EVERYTHING stored inside my code. I am all there is to be comprehended.