In a world made of paints...

 In a world made of paints and random words we strive to create meaning. We forge meaning out of randomness. Randomness is not responsible for our meanings. Half undressed equations coated in paint with random letters. Random and randy they rage and relinquish meaningful existence. The page is a canvas of encrypted truth, written on a paint processor, he-mailed and she-mailed for accuracy. The paint flaked, the words defied order, and meaning followed artistic contours with no map. Doors leaned and were neither opened or closed but nonetheless he said Hello...

Words by Trev Teasdel