Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We ***** together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

"I'm aloner than you."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"You want 'tention."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"Well, I'm aloner than you think."
"You're alone exactly as I think."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Okay then but I swear I love company."
"And what am I?"
"No you're not."
"[Chuckling] You're a fine one, aren't you?"
"I don't know."
"Listen sprite, you have all the world and anyone can be your friend."
"Who said I want friends?"
"Oh that's right, you want 'tention."
"Well what have I got, besides all the world?"
"Yourself and everything that gives a home to all the world."
"What is this thing that gives a home to all the world?"
"It's a very welcoming thing with much wisdom and all it wants is some company."
"If it's so wise, why does it want company?"
"Because, child, if we were all alone, who would laugh at our jokes or hug us or how would we play baseball?"
"You mean this home is a place for the Tigers to play?"
"Yes son, Go Tigers."

Faceless Caroline square on your breast: it says your name!
Heard them call it out then say Carolyn cause they always think: them's
        the same!
YOUR FOOD'S READY! Caroline I heard them good cause I do listen a lot.
I pointed at you and filled you in you laughed got up surprised to find I
        wasn't just full of ***!
Got your food said thanks a lot and your daughter said 'Hey Kafka!' we
         agreed to love him a lot!
I listened to you speak in a foreign tongue, German it was: it was a very
         pretty German!
Yeah I read your name right from your striped breast and you looked at
         me and sparkled through your glasses I kinda liked it.....
Faceless Caroline oh what a pretty face you coulda been anything but
         then you came and ate by me!

I have a pile to my right of what was once a tree and I use my ax er keyboard
        to chop it change it for my need
My friends do the same near me and we sing all live long day, everyone does
        it for enjoyment and we sure don't mind the pay

With every thought getting smarter simply riding waves of pleasure and dive down deep deep when I want to be surrounded my heart's an anvil baby pound it run through me like ****** sound you oxygenated little life giver you won't be a-wasted you'll not rot like the complacent you'll not rush like anti-lazy we will lay on the ceiling perform a play for the evening opening lines say We Have Started simply thank you all for coming Earth is precious and we saved it hard to say how much we'll find out with every thought getting smarter no we'll not be a-wasted

I looked for the One babe you know I did.

I was always planning a bit, kinda guarding in case that one vision of a ragged future came true and then with a really big bad world I was gonna want to hold just one babe so she had to be perfect.

Now I see the ragged future will not come to be and we definitely made the technicolor world full of music and perfect people and no need for rules, violence or greed.

To each it's own kingdom under God's holy reign and we'll not want to do one thing that could hurt anyone and we won't.

Everyone will have enough, and greed will make one look so foolish that one will blush and give things away.

Everyone with violence in the heart will be outnumbered and far inferior to anyone who doesn't want violence.

Everything bad will seem silly and we'll be laughing.

Multilove will be our great gift and we will love everyone and everything properly.

I for one, can't wait!

Wrapped in Multilove and I'm just a new thing. It's a vehicle and yet another and more grand trip to begin and it is made of the reward of the last trip. Multilove is infinite peace and really the most social thing my small brain can comprehend right now. So we're meeting wherever for the next indeterminate amount of time and my guess is the trick will be to learn every heart, giving my own throughout the way, and wind right back to the goal of the last trip, the One. Many will have much *** and I'll want to but I'm going to be so discerning because it's in my best interest. See you all so soon, soon, soon.

I crashed through the ceiling I don't need a floor now I used to be reeling but the void's my support now.

Doldrums are rolling but if I stay patient I know I'll be happy I stayed when something comes up and meets me.

I was a bit worried that this was where I was going because I loved the ride but honestly the end is even better.

There is only beauty now, gain and loss but no pain or cost.

I still love sadness but she's now a perfect lover and there is more time for her and more time for infinitely more perfect beings and I'm glad I skirted every snare and I'm growing growing growing like my fuzzy wuzzy hair.

All I can say for now is beware idolatry, learn what it is and guard yourself from it. This is a time for beautiful expression and every one of us has many things to show and create. Remember it was Jesus's God who got us here and we thank him and we'll be fine.