Misplaced Sock Filament - Day 1

Don't mind us down here at the bottom of the helter skelter, though we've been whipped around as if caught in a nasty eddie who's chosen his medium as air - not water, syrup, pus, or mechanically rendered meate product. We feel our heels grinding the pavement like millstones, but we procure no fine flours for the frenzied seekers, seeking to feed their fury. Instead, we only grind down our heels as we foresee a day when we shall march on our peg legs like sullen pirates futilely searching for treasure buried long ago. One's mind gets to the point where the treasure no longer matters and the long wait begins.

Here be, oh thou foul internetters with your thumping bellies and your robotic eyes, a creation. Pride begets creation, creation begets pride. Failure is the only medicine for the prideful. Here begins a proud creation. This creation, however, can see in the distant future its own death, and it accepts it. Proud for now, but with a mind for doom - somehow the bite of hubris becomes less potent. So let us revel, as we always do, in what is, while it is. Destroykin and Musclecarpe shall be their names. Destroykin on the left panels, Musclecarpe on the right. Watch them as they do, and grow, and change, and die. The quest on this end is one of creation, and it embarks now. The quest on your end is one of absorption. It embarks and disembarks like a hummingbird deciding on a flower. Here is your feeder, gentle hummingbirds. Choose the next yard if you must, but I hope you shall feed well this day.

One may not merely absorb what unfolds here. One must analyze. The beauty in art acknowledged here is one of subtlety and subjectivity. To appreciate these, to experience pleasure from these, one must engage these. Wrestle them, criticize them, hate them, love them, or just let them take you. The choice is yours and the indulgent irony in it all is that one's approach to these creations is the greatest determiner in ones reaction. Go ahead and react.

Scroll up, or down, or click back, but reading this bit will now begin to provide you with diminishing returns (if it hadn't already). Words are bound to be inappropriately substituted with other words, with objects, gentle frothy billy clubs teeming with afternoon fancy. Thou art a wastrel if thou hath not propungently propagated the naughtitudes of this divine glamourisation of naught. Naught becrumbs naughty and simple becomes the fancy, as my totable toad coat becomes by outfit in the eyes of the intrepid toad concil! Seek NOT to tolerate strawberry Gorbachev nuishness, but the flowing locks of the benign tripleflux torrent outfit nuish.