Currents

 Duct-Tape and Robots   Oh ill-linear life! Shall you remain to robotize the mind? All machine parts; habitual havens to the unborn. What a wormhole. Poetry of the love deserves to be wrinkled and newly stained… Not folded simply and buried in a duct-taped box. UNFOLD LIFE THROUGH THE NON-LINEAR: Echo the empty thought and blister it with the dirt-laden shovel. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRAEbKJ-vTk