The best age, was the Stone Age.
When someone asks me,
How old are you?
I reply,
Stone.

I matter.
Underline that statement and back up, no one matters.
Do black lives matter or do all lives matter? No life matters, next question.
Do you love me? Who doesn't.
Will I die? Will I.
Is life worth living? Is death worth dying.
Does reality exist? Is existence real.
How long does it take to pop popcorn? In a microwave or on the stove? In the microwave. About 2 to 2 and a half minutes.
How do boats float? They use water
How do boats sink? Water uses them.
Deserve? None.
Su or in? None.
How? Why.
Question? Answer.
Dialogue
Dialogue
Doubt.
Evidence.
Disagree
Disagree
Agre­e
Unagreable

When there's nothing else to say,
Tomorrow is today.

SOCIETY: The Musical!

I say, "Hellow!"
and you say "hy."
We're so mellow,
Or maybe shy.

We come from a different point of view
Somehow i feel like i'm a part of you
I love mankind, like we all want to do.
Intention is the law.

Relating to laughter will make you fall.
We are a temple of the Holy Ghost and we won't fall!
Rise from the ashes,
Rise from the flames.
You great Phoenix,
YOU MYTH OF ATHENS.

We are the masters of our own poverty,
The author and the finisher of our poem.
Make your poem great.

Philosophy is for the mediocre
Mediocracy is in our blood.
The poor give a sermon to the rich.

Poetry made physics weep:
The sun is more than gravity and heat...
The poor know that much.

And by the Grace of God
I speak the truth,
And the peace of attaining no goal
Ohhh..! Hope and long for it!!!
For it is the end of endings
And the beginning of Forever.

WHAT      iiiiiiiiiiii         sssssss    
                          i               s
                          i                sssssss
                          i                          s
                     iiiiiiiiiii        ssssssss  
                                          
BEAUTY?


I don't vent,
I beg the truth!

Seriously!
Beauty amazes me!

There are women that just
utterly impress me!

"I   WISH    I   COULD   DRAW"

Isay, as if art is simply historical record.

I "see" her, but i don't see her.

There is a faint glowing light in the dark pious,
the folk hymn in the rain and the
cosmopolitan freak-show.

Reminder:
She is the candle's cathedral
And she is the artificially purple
love-all, be-all.

Everyday, I wish upon every star, as to give me the imagination and courage to write about beauty. All I can say is, I  DON'T  KNOW. I really REALLY wanted to, but now i'm not so sure. I wish i knew that i wanted to know, but i don't, and i never will.

Such as is this sense sacred, and i wouldn't DARE describe it...

Ye who are quick to the mouth;
Fall into desperation,
For silence is the key to our revolutions.

Science is dead.