
Thoughts crawling, wriggling, stretching, sticking their thin necks out to become an 'outpour'. All running together, falling atop each other, 'I first, you second.'wild wild wild. hesitant about audience. grammatical and syntactical inhibitions still not shed. the time in getting to caps lock loses a thread. start anew. always strongly felt artist should't force any claptrap down the audience throat under garb of experiment. also reservations about taking the abstract too far. same feelings about not understanding the absurd enough still trying to use same. why this. and here too. purging