He was catatonic, paralyzed, amputated and lazy
But the fate of Schrödinger's cat was driving him ******* crazy

Dog *****
Cat barfs
Child wins

Particle boy
From the primordial stew
Swirl detecting
The inflated quantum jitter
With you

Right NOW
Right ******* NOW
NOW

Formerly normal
Tripper
Sailing

ALL CAPS
(with a parenthetical way out)

I was possessed by a spirit as a child
His desires and style still echo through my halls
If I I know he would laugh at something
Then my self laughs.
I desire what my self knows
He ought to desire.
Driving his robot,
Missing the spirit.

I probably misunderstand time and space
But this approximation helps my interface

As if in a dream, all intentions were good
And as if in reality, all went wrong that could
My sanity prescription wasn't ready for pickup
And some other guy used my **** in a stickup

What shirt am I wearing?
Where are my pants?
Oh yeah,
Last night was the pangalactic valentine dance

Time erases everything
Eventually
But our secret programming
Our collective high hopes,
Frightening ourselves into
Something
That beats time.
Belief in both miracles and mirages
And everything is erased eventually
We fight on behalf of our wild unconscious hope
Even entropy could be undone
With enough time

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

Safest bets in grayest grey
Usually (never always)
There's more depth
Of uncertainty to the situation
Than one knows
And more than the more
And more than the more
Than the more
Than the more

Every empire crumbles eventually
Nobody's good luck streak goes forever anyway
I guess we just wanted to hit
The fast forward button

I must have missed a bus
Or slept all day when I should have gotten up
In this dimension.
Everything is familiar but wrong.
I was supposed to be doing something else.
I'm sure I met them
Or did that
In the other dimension.

Hugging a book,
Think I should be Reading, not hugging.
Must be doing that in the other dimension.

I told you
Fixate on beauty
You stupid ****

I'm afraid to play golf
What if I liked it?
I'd be one of those
Golf playing men

"Don't worry
I'll always keep you safe"
Says my son to his lavender scented
Fizzing salt bath pearl
Dissolving away

The love of
my two grandmas
three dogs
and two cult leaders
who are dead
and the love of
four ex's
and five or six best friends
who are just gone

No harm to come
From feeling for for clues

Walk the miles
In your best pair of empathy shoes

My mind
Keeps trying to find purpose
In things

Shadow of myself
Fell in love with a reflection
Seems like me, I thought
Turns out that was just projection

Beauty: Let me go!!
Beast: Hold on. We're making progress!
Beauty: What?!!
Beast: You logged seven fewer total hours of shrieking in April than in March. Our best month yet!

I misinterpreted a message and based my religion upon it.
Just like everybody else.

Knows he's
Interpreting his perceptions all wrong
Otherwise, he's uncertain

Probably something vile about orange bell peppers
They feel so healthy to me

My love of nothing is practical,
Not just clever.
Nothing matters more than ever.

I might puke
I will die
But not tonight
I love you

Money, ***, ****, drugs, and <the deep futility loop>

The wolves and the shepherd
Removed their sheeps' clothing
To take a repose from composure
One was on a mission to revoke permission
And two had big eyes for some closure

Black hole
Feeds

Never toil for food
Bored even with ****
So stimulated.

Rather to be enslaved
By natural rythms

Gratitude
Temporary
Pain, comfort, etc

Un-asked-for favors
Not that it was wanted but for the fear to ask
But that nothing was desired.
nothing

Dearly Beloved, I (being of sound mind) have no hope about racism, war, or the environment. I couldn't bear to tell you while I was alive. Sorry but that's It kids.

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

Offering acceptance
To what is
And accepting offerings
Of acceptance

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

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

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.

Hate my marriage
And
Wouldn't give it up
For the world

I rolled the dice and scored average
Still lucky to be alive
In our agreement
To hate & love
Together,
I guess

A yes-nonsense guy

You can't even say anything true can you?
Nope and I've finally made enough progress to think it could never be otherwise.
So can you give a reason or is it just the loose weave that's faded all your details and energy?
A reason: I am a false entity and my rambling bundle of perceptions and explanations have been assembled by this false entity.
A true thing: me
Nobody can rob me of the concept that I am something.
Rob me, please.
Categorize my thoughts.
I'm weary from false order.

Jack of all weirdos
Keep your eyes off the prize
Set your sights on the crumbs
They’re your piece of the pies

Once King of the misfits
Twice a Joker to Queens
Better luck grasping straws
Than reaching brass rings

John Lennon said it
Too

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

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.

Me on the truth serum alone in the night
My one companion and tool, the tape recorder
Fighting so hard to survive this trip
And treat my slow-motion suicide disorder

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.

This is right now
This is right now
But
You can not hold onto
Right now
Remember back where I said
"This is right now"
That is no longer right now

Hungry again?
She's always hungry.