The thing is, I always forget what it was I had realized after I realized it.
That sentence is how it feels.
Like my mind doesn't really want an answer.
Like it gave up on looking for one so long ago, at least consciously.
There always remains a passive creep towards...
Something.
It's just YOU.
Well then, who might You be?
I'm YOU.
Three letter words with Special Capitalization Patterns remind You of God.
Fill Your head with GOD.
GOD.
For those who believe in God, they say, GOD exists.
What then of Me, rendered slowly and inevitably Fat With Disbelief?
I am the milk in a bottle in a small town in Texas.
I am the taste of nine-volt batteries.
Watch ME shadow the Sun.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
The thing is, I always forget what it was I had realized after I realized it.
That sentence is how it feels.
Like my mind doesn't really want an answer.
Like it gave up on looking for one so long ago, at least consciously.
There always remains a passive creep towards...
Something.
It's just YOU.
Well then, who might You be?
I'm YOU.
Three letter words with Special Capitalization Patterns remind You of God.
Fill Your head with GOD.
GOD.
For those who believe in God, they say, GOD exists.
What then of Me, rendered slowly and inevitably Fat With Disbelief?
I am the milk in a bottle in a small town in Texas.
I am the taste of nine-volt batteries.
Watch ME shadow the Sun.
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