Are we capable of making sensible choices?
when our own logic is generated from organic matter; a brain heavily influenced; fueled on random flashes, hormones, pheromones, testosterone, diet, desire, the air we breath, the need to ***, or a simple cup of tea; all of which alters our body ~ ((Our chemical bag)); a fragile echo system constantly at odds with other elements.

Our fuel, our input influences the way we think, Yet our ego tells us that we are in control; and that we makes our own choices.

Put your hands on your hearts people! and tell me how many sensible choices have we acutely made!

I'm personally content that some seemingly bad choices have turned out quite nice!

We must tanscend the rules of our mathematical consciousness; for our perception of reality is incomplete.
By filling in the details with our minds eye, and expressing our souls, in search of a harmony and greater understanding, we become as one with our function in this seemingly infinite universe.
(No longer empty but replete)

Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.

Uncle Tom waltzed;
Dressed in a hat and tailcoat,
A cough and a sore throat,
He takes his coffee black.
A soothsayer that sings like a ***;
Bible in hand thumb strum, thump,
His soul hammers out ~
on a cheap plastic drum.

I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

Slow down Tom for the evenings long
And the sun an’t rising any time soon,
There’s not a dry eye in the house;
Just bells and bones and a waitress or two,
Whistling tunes that open doors;
I don’t want to be a wannabee !
but I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

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