Why aren't you a good mirror,
Like you used to be?
You showed me such nice things.
Now you are so ugly.
You're a ****** mirror.
I detest you.

Gravity called you and I guess that's just fine.
There's no law of physics which states that you're mine.
I merely desired to keep you around.
My will was less charged than the pull from the ground.

She's a spin magnet aligning
Everything in tune with her.
Force flows in the charged proportions
Curved by her common denominator.

Hungry again?
She's always hungry.

As I'm sure you'll understand,
Normal smalltalk and normal hopes sickened him.

And like we freaks often do,
He cut his chains with dope.

Just like free video games are the most expensive
And like nuclear weapons keep us safe,
Too much of exactly what he was looking for turned him hard blue and cold.

Fleeting things like fury and fun,
The living attempt to rhyme with one.
but
In the uber-swirl where gravity and time go,
The lowest common rhyme is divided by zero.

Bored of being one with the uber-mega-multiverse?
Become an Individual® !!!
Try to "do something"
Live, Die, Consume Energy, Expel Waste!
Reproduce!
Have preferences!
Temporary Duration Guaranteed!

Nothing, Everything, and Time

"Why prefer?"
I used to wonder.
But it may just be to do
With easing the nausea of a physical being
Who is dizzy and alone
An individual
Keeping it together
In the physical plane

Swirl detector locked in submission
To her sweet, ***** rotation and spin
His own point and purpose cheerfully blurs
Intentions and preferences transmute to hers

Black hole
Feeds

My girl's spin is the sweetest and dirtiest
My swirl detector locks in submission
My being adjusts to her pace and her preferences
Ease, struggle, instincts, effort.
Previously painful, confusing things make sense
When I'm a moon in orbit.

Recreational submission to the universe
Leads to disassembling into the swirl
To losing usual frame of reference
To feeling a sense of oneness
To noticing how fast
It's all going
In the
One

They created "life on earth"
As an experiment

But Saturnians all died
And still the Earth thing
Goes on
Forever lost meaning
And intended context

Belly button
A vestigial mark
Of nurishment from mother

It's right now
Right now
But later
It will be
Then

Submission to the universe

At the juncture of <total surrender> & <trying to do it perfectly>

Mind
Embroiled
Figuring
Details
Formulas
Complexity
Competence
but
Total surrender
Is the master formula

Trying to learn to talk
In a way that you can hear

Grandma Grocery's saddest son
Rambling harder than Red the ***
Tickling and ******* all the widows
Tripping and wiggling through life's riddles

Mostly a head
With a big absorbing sensing *****
At the mouth
A great column conveys into her perceiver
And keeps moving through
The back of her head
Into a distant vanishing point
Everything is stretched and smooshed
In the yellow umbilical column
All the information from each moment
Runs down the column into her
She feeds and reads the information
Time moves for her to be nourished
With all that happens
In our world which generates the information
She consumes.

I will squeeze you well
I will place your nauseous body
In the jaw
I will place the top of the skull upon you
The head will hold you tight
In its mouth
And you will be still
And feel the joy
Shhhhhhhhh

At the junction
Of intent and surrender

Having
Preferences
Is Silly

Being formed and alive
Is a lonely, hard concentration of energy.
But effortless flowing  ease
Upon dissolving into the Everything Sea.

It's fine to take on life
Like the world is in peril
And needs a hero.
But all preferences, passions
And meat beings alike
Are inevitably divided by zero.

Ready for the swirl
Not afraid of fast, ugly, disgusting
Reality.
With the goofy grin of
Puzzled euphoria,
I rush through the tube.
Everything is on parade,
Smooshed and swirled beyond individuality or recognition.
I don't mind.
Why have preferences?
It's all getting in the <divided by zero>
Parade anyway.

My mind
Keeps trying to find purpose
In things

...zzżžź
Ringggg ernt ernt ernt
Yawn
Hmmmmmm
( is it still real that those guys who get everything wrong have nukes? )
"Oh ****."

Each wordlessly studies,
"Teach me precisely how to dominate you
As you like it."
Attuning, catching the rhythm.
Brilliant sharing of uncut lust
Vicious, loving alchemy that melts and merges selves.
Their ingenious accomplishment:
Truly becoming lost in the swirl.

*******!
I need to be nice to my wife so *******.
Shove a shovel up your ****.
I hate that I end up expressing my anger at my wife!
**** the TV. **** my cat. **** my house.
I HATE YOU!!!
Hate, cancer, ****, ****!
I'm beating your brain out because I LOVE my wife.
Not you though!
*******!
Die!
***** evil ******* bunch of petty destructive *****!
******* ALL!
Phew I think I can go be sweet now.
Sorry guys.
Thanks for the session

My
Tough
Smart
Funny
*****
Fertility Flesh
My favorite
I have her
&
She has my devotion
******
Hard laughs
A bit of degradation
And a heap of elevation

Avoid death is my only dogma,
But I'm a Love enthusiast.

Strong emotion raises risk for misunderstood clues
Like intoxication raises risk for campfire-melt shoes

Self-fulfilling prophecy experts agree
Among the most potent:
"You're unhappy with me."

To not resent "what is"
To say "yes".

Offering acceptance
To what is
And accepting offerings
Of acceptance

Mind dedicated to
Mortality management.
Yes I am going to die
Accept it
Wrestle with it
Fight it
Deny it
Come up with a "purpose"
For the whole thing.
But it is going to happen.

An old hobo true friend
Came back from the ramble.
He ate our fancy soup
And stayed up with our candles.

My skinny, charming, big dicked buddy
Came to dig my new normal life.
Moved his *** body in my house
And inserted himself in my wife.

I love her free in every way
And I wanted her to be fulfilled.
But her love receptors attached to him
And our square family home was killed.

Did I learn a thing
Or did life find something new?
Just betrayal and stupidity
And I'm back eating bumshack stew.

"I" "love" "everything"

A guy in his time
Amalgam of culture and luck
A smear of chemical reactions
A ghost of a fingerprint
Of primordial conditions
Echoing the vast everything
And the vaster nothing

Playing dare with self destructiveness
Brave
Alive
This game I don't always win
Demands my attention

Each accused the other
Of rejecting

Because you're a scumbag
Because I'm a square
You're not and I'm not
We vow no boring air
Conversational creatures
We talk or despair
When we're not ready
We talk to prepare

I Love Everything

Floor pacing tripper,
Likely to amble

But like bark is to bite
Is amble to ramble

And you are the trigger-pullin'est
Rambler since Campbell

Wouldn't be so lazy
If there was a point.
Seems silly to get too involved,
As it is.

Please PM me the meaning of life.
I promise I won't tell anyone else.
Unless you want me to.
I don't believe any of these guys selling their
Self-serving stories.
Just tell me
Right to my own brain,
Please.

Ive got all kinds of pent up
And still inside the gate
I can't saint til you get here
The only thing I can't is the weight

Condition on the line
Between very good and fine

What's conveyed in the smell and the dots
Is part magic and part design