Some pens don’t write. Some pens don’t have ink, however they help mark making. Some pens don’t stop making marks. Some pens don’t stop. Some pens can not stop, others – can not be stopped.
Some marks though – are pens.
Some pens stop being involved in mark markings when they die. Some pens never manage to die.
Pixels, such as the ones we currently mark screen bits with, like pens that fail to die, can’t fail to continuously operate with as memories that can not be continued.
How could they?
How?
Are they dead already? Are they zombies? Lifeless animated relentless reflections for instructions flickering conceptual-fractalisms, from on and off repeating sequences?
Give me a 0
Give me a 0
Give me a 1
Give me a 1
Give me a 0
Give me a 0
Give me a 1
Give me a 9
Give me a..
A 9?
Isn’t 9 from another kind of set?
A set or a set-up?
Neither?
Neither?
Never?
No?
Nein?
No.
No or Yes?
No, Nor, and Yes?
Neither?
Nine?
Noness?
Nine as Noness? Noness as Nine? No as Nineness? Ness? Nessness?
No?
Nein?
How?
Non repeating repeatables that flicker life whether sequenced or not?
9 a me connectable?
1 a me proposedness?
0 a me allowness?
0 a me bestowedness?
1 a me ferrieness?
1 a me allotedness?
0 a me bringness?
0 a me moveness?
An L from a converted 9ness?
An L-from-Ness?
When a pen’s mortality has it’s beat and frequencies. When a pen’s life and inevitable death inspires speculations about, rather than be death, be a pen, be a dead pen and be a life.
When such spectacular mind visions require being limited by the range of their own representations, a specification that is to be denied being other than that which is what it can not be, a species that lives by reflection and that spy marked mark marking yet to be made, marks yet to be stopped being made, marking from meaninglessness yet to be explored, marks of shapes never sensed, pen marks containing compositions that time has yet to encounter, markings from sequences only a speculated pen may contain, marks from inevitabilities the universe hasn’t had the chance to forget, pen movements yet to be alive and frictions still to be un-experienced – how can a Pen’s own imagination find it’s frequencies and frictions? How can such an imagination get it’s own eternal flicker and chance to fearlessly smile at it’s own welcoming entropy?
Unless PenMortalityness is offered? A PenmortalityNess doomed to constantly live in its own relentless foreverness? Imagine a Penness? Being imagined full of sensations and thriving, evolving, undevelop-able life? A penness?
How a penness is to live? Precisely when, where and how this text must fail so it can be?