Big People 1 and 2 and 3 & 4

1

I, who have lost, con-decorated in the treatment of significance by someone else, take it out with me to more than what I have followed. Belief, I have lived days at a time for something that forgave me sense, put in me the prematurity of de-serving, not someone, but only all of it again. Finished life! target me this rainbow for beyond the shade of the tree father of mine hath other graver uses, other shadows of name, and that and those of so many others cannot spoil me in renewal and beautiful things, only rush my beauty in its pre-dated significance. I, of made-self de-service, should deserve again.

2

My vision of the final lack is a lack of the consequential and so I require all force. Force this cause, repeat my unfinished Mother in sights of an unstarted Mother in the endless childhood of an unexamined life-end. What do I want? I can have had. One to one again: stream of self-sorting numbers. And that, with that, in the collection rooms of a wasted memory before a wasting body. Lift me! to unbroken sense of only just enough emptiness; I may empty and all born of this be the new landscape of a seeding without the significance of the life already ignored.

3 & 4

Together we are strong, together we have the power of a complete economy: the second half of the unified sign we make. The world outside speaks to us: shapes of us colourful of all the colour in the walls of the project external: calms us, aspires to us, fundamentally who we are: widescreen production of meaning before and after our lives together. The better defined the pixelation, the more defined and together forever are we going to be. A real picture: improved in every revision of the synthesiser. Together, we have each other: in the brand-new name of the power of next-day Home-delivered significance.