stay out of the sun and off the sauce until further notice have
been living in a fictional bubble pure la-la wonderland of raw
imagination projected to the invisible screen inside my skull
no applause required
silence preferred under these circumstances
ever notice how Santa and Satan are never in the same room
at the same time?
just one more reason why I believe 2 wrongs can make a right
especially in a completely virtualized world such as ours golden
techno glow existential fairytale collision of coincidence drives
a level head sideways screenshot saved for the final goodbye a
mad dog spit at midnight bottom lip split in half between first or
last gripped around memories on the run from the past history is
no longer behind but within us appearances and interpretations
images words and parallel injunctions among leery eyed warriors
enlisted to protect a vanishing code of what was once in place to
hold all of us accountable to mean what we say even though the
Creator has been dead for quite a while already "Language and
the prejudices upon which language is based are a manifold
hindrance to us when we want to explain inner processes and
drives: because of the fact for example that words really exist
only for superlative degrees of these processes and drives; and
where words are lacking we are accustomed to abandon exact
observation because exact thinking there becomes painful; and
indeed in earlier times one involuntarily concluded that where
the realm of words ceased the realm of existence ceased also.
Anger, hatred, love, pity, desire, knowledge, joy, pain - all are
names for extreme states: milder middle degrees, not to speak
of the lower degrees which are continually in play, elude us,
and yet it is they which weave the web of our character and of
our destiny."
Nietzsche, Daybreak
