.
Cerebral
diversion! – perils of ingenuity.
Does a kitten think of hope and death and count
vicissitudes? One doesn’t know – which is
.
perhaps precisely to assert that one cannot forget
Does a kitten think of hope and death and count
vicissitudes? One doesn’t know – which is
.
perhaps precisely to assert that one cannot forget
that
every abstract thought is no less an effusion
of biology than spit. (If only that, or anything, were it!)
.
“I’m just gonna hang out with my cousin.”
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself.”
“I told her you would be there.”
“Tell me I came back and did this for nothing.”
.
Stabs at prescience: careful divagations of the mind:
“why can’t we go in a car like normal people?” Ha! –
of biology than spit. (If only that, or anything, were it!)
.
“I’m just gonna hang out with my cousin.”
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself.”
“I told her you would be there.”
“Tell me I came back and did this for nothing.”
.
Stabs at prescience: careful divagations of the mind:
“why can’t we go in a car like normal people?” Ha! –
but
here’s the ticklish rub: the fickle tub of a coagulated
.
cream: the brain: the center, drain, apotheosis
of the dream: spattered paint. You flatter yourself
you’re Jackson Pollock; but you ain’t. You might …
,
however … not not be – entirely.
.
cream: the brain: the center, drain, apotheosis
of the dream: spattered paint. You flatter yourself
you’re Jackson Pollock; but you ain’t. You might …
,
however … not not be – entirely.
Don’t need dope
to find hope.
They say. I’d
say. You’ll find a way.
.
.
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