Ten is a number..

And they find

Perhaps a 1 or 2

But never, never


Could they imagine

Google, google plex

Or infinity


Yet people are driven

Like silver bullet trains

Till they find something.

Say something Smark!!



So the day hits

With a golden daze

A pint of champagne

The worries wash down

They wash down honey

Into a plankton cafe

Where mister so so

Is making a go

To the leather interior

She says be superior

And rubs my nose

Hands me a computer

She lies on a table a tutu

And tells me things to do

To do

Inside an echo chamber

Pass me by she waves

I will

As I take to the sky

And watch flying ducks

Complaining at clouds

Say it loves

Quack!

I know black holes are being discussed by actual physists with math.

I gather that that black holes can't be shown to exist in this serious science.  So they can be detected, but there is nothing to explain.  I love it.

Some chemical my friend says the body creates through a gland or something.

As the holy grail to health (Caused by enjoyments?)  I need to ask her what the f she is talking about, sounds really interesting!  Echo!!!

Much ado about nothing..:(

Such giant squids of anger

Quantum hell fire

Defend honor

Or then obliterate the other

Is no handsome game

The winner can taste the bitter

Like blood on a platter

And winning is everything

Is everything

Now add infinity

And a touch of dull

With a dash of boring

Such is

The art of winning.

As we know much of what we watch on TV is fiction.

Is reality TV any less fiction or radical talk shows ect...

Is blurring any line between fiction and reality?

Where are the edges that make experience truly real in a positive sense?

Is there a widening unreality, a reality of the newer world that is the present?

That realities are being pushed out?  And is this history doing what it does?  Or something insidious?