Friday, March 31, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
rebooted the bottom
I have restarted the epic play called life by returning into a troll that collects letters written but not sent to me. The medicine took to long to wait till it was better get that food that makes dinner a winner. My bank is blank and wishes I was too. Just checking in on the things that were first inline and last to see and be seen. Talking of things that could have been really long in the life of time. The Moon…. In the throat of a giraffe was the leaf of love down by the light of life. Falling birds flying worms snow that went soundless boundless echoes into my windowpanes of little trees that are free for being alive… video sounds of a tape that broke the blanks between the lines of new artists escaping from the sylum even out of alignment together gathered into a fun store.
Creeping the steeping tea leaves down the drain o my nose in plain sight of the night that was ready to grow into the love above the night where we stare at the last echoes into the drama called dream questions above the glow and the after glow when the snow was so bright like specks of rainbows falling from the sky each perfect yet melting into the after images like pictures flowing beyond lies and beyond the skies…
Sunday, March 19, 2006
the dummy i am
|You Passed 8th Grade Science|
Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
there is a beginning and an end. a means to an end of existence and an existence of that beginning. redundant redundant redundant exposure to the cosmic void levels the mind set into non-existence where featureless creatures that create the nightmare called self-will.... the walls know me by name the chair asks to be sat in again as the colors with there burning thoughts echo into my eyes and make my mind bleed till the taste of the sounds overwhelms and explodes into the second supernova where... here there are concepts floating into the mind stream as the relative river of life meets another river and disappears into the ocean called infinite nothingness... even still there is more movement to describe and that is all that is left... all things consider what is not real more than actual reality hence the human errs again.... actualizing something else into reality distorts the minds filter through which everything can evolve but does not as again a choice of self-will dominates perfections flaws in life called by name and number alike they try to evoke their own presence into false definitions and predetermined nonsense.... the unorganized mind waves of creatures so human it hurts themselves into thoughts of pain and hedonism where everything happened because they wanted it to... We say to you as you say to us listen to my words in your mind and the virus of This word is multiplied into 2 too