Time is a funny and a strange thing, if it is of anything.
It is a wobbling universe, if it is of anything.
Life is a short dangling thing, if it is of anything.
Life in a wobbling universe is what it is: a wobble, if it is of anything.
Life and the livings are never aligned, if they are of anything..
Whatever it is, if it is of anything.
Life ends as it has been ending in a forever time, if it is of anything.
Time is a funny, and a strange thing, if it is of anything.
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Saturday, September 21, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Abrogate Thoughts
Words are smashing
to abrogate thoughts.
Life is
making it's pace in a paceless place
in a thoughtless race
like a stone
shinning
in a sunny
sprinkling
mesh
to abase
the connect
in a planetary
debase,
a thoughtless trace.
The matters
are scattered
around
making
sounds
to abound
for a meaning
in a meaningless
world of
warring, and
consuming
clowns.
Words are smashing
in a meaningless
thoughtless sound.
to abrogate thoughts.
Life is
making it's pace in a paceless place
in a thoughtless race
like a stone
shinning
in a sunny
sprinkling
mesh
to abase
the connect
in a planetary
debase,
a thoughtless trace.
The matters
are scattered
around
making
sounds
to abound
for a meaning
in a meaningless
world of
warring, and
consuming
clowns.
Words are smashing
in a meaningless
thoughtless sound.
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