Everybody wants to be the camera.
I get it.
I thought it was a novel idea.
Nah.
Just knock it off.
Be a movie.
Be.
The holy wimpy observer,
*******.

If there is any hope what-so-*******-ever
It's in simple relating,
Not being clever.
Unselfconscious and dumb, what was was fine.
Watching ourselves for the answer,
We ran out of time.

Extree Extree Read the latest scoop
About the unstoppable methane feedback loop.

Maybe such a huge ego was necessary
To get the fool to ever speak its own words.
Then knowing itself a fool
Became necessary
To temper the ego.

The fool knows
Spiritual progress through
Embraced humiliation.
Descend from the throne and wallow.
There is the nutrient, fool.

I start this cycle at:
It's all rigmarole.
Equal and unreliable.
But something inevitably
"Rings true"
After a dream or something
I get inspired
Or I get confused,
Believe the rig as it rolls.
Embarrassment inevitably comes
To remind me how the rig rolls.
The boss of the Marble Marbles says,
"Nothing is real."
It's all rigmarole.

Love is what I thought I prefered to fixate upon,
But my brain stands on guard against lies.