Another case of the shit brown racist kettle calling the African American black.
I think God despises no one worse than a dull and unimaginative sinner.
The price of Love
Love is very expensive.
It is a gem
of inestimable value.
Far beyond the reach of anyone with
worldly wealth.
It is not even a currency.
You cant make deals with it.
There is no buying with love,
truly, neither time nor deeds.
It is a status.
There you find yourself
led, or put,
by some person
- who without a doubt, yes, yes.
- loves
- you
or
- you
- love.
I’m for ire
At that point in the job interview where they ask, “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
You say, “I hope there will be very many beautiful people at my funeral.”
If they then offer you a job, you should probably accept.
The Tell
You can sure tell how stupid someone is when they open their mouth.
The tragedy is, you can’t tell how smart someone is when they decide to keep it shut.
AEP
i command the light with a smack. A flick, a poke.
and equally, I command the dark.
American Electrical Power of Ohio not withstanding.
How do you know I am not lying about this. How do you know
that I am not lying about my history, or my physical condition.
Or my psychical condition, for that matter.
I have lied in the past.
Have you not?
It’s such a plush bed wherein you toss and turn and sweat.
Is not the past an indication
of future performance?
“No.” disclaims the advisor.
“I guarantee nothing.”
And so I make Tomato Soup with this.
By setting aside, for later, everything that is not tomato, nor soup.
It’s all cookie dough, for now.
More adventures! I confess I’m an adventureur. Like an adventurer, only sexier.
One glass, equal parts trespassing and misbehaviour. Drink. Bang! Oh, oh. Run! Laugh!
600, 2-26-17
In this Age of UnReason, my current plan remains, as it’s been all along, to live to the age of 600. At which point, I will be subsisting solely on the yeasty aroma of English Muffins.
The hard part being: out-living everyone I’ve ever loved.
Especially those I love right now (shout out to the 600-years-from-now-future loves, though. Do not be disconsolate nor jealous.).
And I feel a little sad for these guys in the future, ’cause I’m awesome, but that’s their problem, because I’m happy for my 600-year-old self, to know them, ALL of them, each and every-goddamn one of them, to have contributed to their daily conundrum.
There is a reign, a rain, of glass shards, I would call down upon all who have chosen confusion, instead of my kiss. Some of you will have had centuries to decide. Some, an instant.
Non-Linear Movement. 1-14-17
Romance Preternatural.
The kinesthetic expression of perception. experience, and communication.
Simultaneously, mundane, profane, and divine.
Private, intimate and communal, all.
A miraculous meta-language.
Ancient, primal,
yet nothing, more here and now.
Music of the body.
The rules are natural.
Mythematics of the spirit.
Manifestation of purest of human energy,
for its own sake.
The birds do it.
The bees do it.
No one can be angry.
I can barely think, when.
I am mostly just feeling, then.
Feeling good.
I feel good.
Like I knew that I would.
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