My mood was down
So I tried to keep it on the low
With a small tower of Suzette's crepes
But those skinny ***** noticed
They stacked up against me
And stole my sour grapes

Everywhere I go,
Everyone always tells me,
"Never trust anyone
Who speaks in absolutes."

I swear it wasn't on purpose
I slipped and then the die was cast.
Now I fixate on a nonexistent route
Between here and the prerolled past.

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

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

I fell down three flights of stairs
But that wasn’t a bad trip
Compared to where I was last night.

He was catatonic
Paralyzed
Amputated
And lazy
But
The fate of Schrödinger's cat
Was driving him
Like Miss Daisy

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

Offering acceptance
To what is
And accepting offerings
Of acceptance

My words start a sentence
Then they run away
I don't know if I discombobulated them out of shape
With drugs
Or chased away second halves of my thoughts
Back when I pulled the trigger
And convinced myself
About the futilty loop

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.

Some wise dude: "Usually the best thing to find is something other than the thing you're looking for."

Reasonable guy: "Seriously? What am I supposed to do? Look for a thing I'm not looking for?."

The Wise:
"Just go ahead and look for something. You'll find something else and THAT will be good."

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

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

I have
So much power
To not do
I can not do anything
Everything

Flat like a snake
Like a field
Like an ocean
Like the top of a mushroom,
Parallel to the surface of earth
Not perpendicular
******* perpendicular freaks!
Horizontal!
Horizontal!