Kiln thoughts

Smashing knuckles against the sharp gritty walls of the tomb as the chisel misses it's mark and slides wide.  The weight of the mallet only stops when the knuckles come to a dragging stop on the shattered rocky surface. 
My muse of misery that is apart of so much of my waking hour thoughts.  She grows stronger as I grow weaker.  I'm a slave to the miracles of beauty that she creates. 
She is mocking,  cold,  and terribly cutting.  There is no choice of anything better.  Addicted to creating at all costs,  regardless of the cost. 
Although related, I believe that the the muse is not you. 
There can be long periods of complete silence from the muse and regardless of how I try to tempt her,  I only find that I know nothing about her.
Maybe it's her cruel unpredictable nature that is so appealing.  The thrill of the unknown is intoxicating

5 hours of lines

There is a lot of comfort in being able to continuously do something uninterrupted.  Having 3 separate pages to move between allows for a great and continuous sense of urgency to be expressed.  Allowing the marks and lines to dictate the pattern and to not have to worry about anything allows the experience to be observed from the perspective of the First Spectator.  It is a spontaneous performance that I get to conduct while I observe.  The experience of allowing something to flow through you gives you a much grander perspective in your relationship with the universe and that there is a specific role or purpose that everyone plays.  Being capable of continuous creative expression is a good test of life's fulfilling purpose.  I witnessed the gathering of nats, mosquitoes, or some kind insects as the sun was setting and the sweet honey/ jasmine smelling tree that began to release it's smells into the world.  I was intrigued by the correlation between the intensifying smells coming from the tree and the gathering clouds of the bugs.  The uncertainty of their movements,  gathering patterns, or the smells lingering beyond tonight from the tree is similar in my excitement in discovering the next unknown paths that will be apart of each journey that is destined for these pieces of paper.