Halloween Minimalism #1 (With Commentary)

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Do bones have thoughts? If they do, this is what I imagine the final thoughts of human bones, scattered by nuclear explosions, might be at the end of the world, whose bones have enough lingual memory to observe their situation with what little vocabulary they may have. Read it slowly. Imagine scattered bones. Enjoy. Happy Halloween!

(You might think this is boring if you're not a fan of minimalism. So, you might want to skip this one, if that's the case.)



Bones     have thought.     I am bones.     I think.  Scattered pieces.              Under in dark, gravel, stains.      This is thought.  This is life.   Nothing then. Nothing now.    Yet, I exist.    I think.   Thoughts exist.   I am bones.    Bones have thought.   I am bones.  I think.     Scattered pieces.     Under in dark, gravel, stains.       Stuck in air and shadow.   This is thought.   This is life.   Nothing then.  Nothing now.   Yet, I exist.    I think.  Thoughts exists.  Bones have thought.   I am bones.  I think.   Scattered pieces.   Under in dark, gravel, stains.   Stuck in air and shadow.  Blind but thinking.  This is thought.  This is life.   Nothing then. Nothing now.  I exist.   Thought exists.  I think.  I am bones.  Bones have thought.  I think.  Scattered in pieces.   Under dark, gravel, stains.   Stuck in air and shadow.  Though I think.  This is thought.  Thought is life.   Death was then.   Nothing now.   Yet I exist.   Thought exists.   Bones have thought. I am bones.  I exist.  I think.  Scattered, broken.    Pieces under, in dark, gravel, stains.  Stuck past light in shadow.  I exist. I am bones.   Thought exists. Bones have thought.   I think.   Death is then.  Nothing now.  I exist.  I am thought.  I have bones.  I think.  Thought exists.  Thought is scattered.  I am pieces.  Under with dark, gravel, stains.  Over between air, light, and shadow. I am pieces. I think. Thought exists. I exist. I am bones. Bones are thought. I think. I am thought. Nothing then. Death is now.


Bones     have thought.     I am bones.     I think.  Scattered pieces... ... ...

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