Of a great a city
Breaks in my mind
As wishful thinking
People caught in a web
A death march of today
Playing graveyard songs
Play
Play
Play me a love song
The idea of a heart
In a nice place
Impossible thoughts for raising dead
For forgoten places
Flooded
It seems the dream is gone
The band plays along
Rachmaninoff for nothing
Dust falls on high tower
You hear the bells
Attached to breasts nipples
Holy holy
A possibility
I know I will be doing a lot more writing, so writing should feel a bit endless. Even now I doubt anyone could read everything I have written. I bet you would eventually give up. I am not sure you could deal with how many facets my work has and the ambiguity and word play. Nah, too odd and uncommon at thousands of pages. Trust me your head might feel like it went through a blender.
And that on earth are humans that have a strange liking for extremely cute puppies and mint chip ice cream.
And discover the takers, and ill mannered, then I meet a real nice puppy. I say we let the puppies inherit the earth.
Also more butterfly genitalia and more piles of random food to gaze into.
Reality in my mind has two thoughts. It is here and it is not here. So how can something be here and not here at the same time? That is not a sane question so I don't have an answer. You can say the universe was not designed in a way that is sane to human beings. That does not mean the universe is insane. It does mean that our intelligence does not apply to everything about it. All I know about this is that the mystery creates a complexity which can only be grasped intuitively. I see as I see with my eyes though, and my sense of the mystery may be a bit different than yours as true with everyone. If you are lucky perhaps you have no sense of mystery around you, maybe.
I can see what you are doing.
Oh well,
It's hard to fool people all the time you know, and then people learn, and figure stuff out. Yet tricks keep coming and so what?
