Fantasy is a form of placebo
much as language is merely
a proxy for communication.

thought like dream is internal
symbols for electro-chemistry

all motion is internal displacement
perceived as external; what is
understood as forward is actually
backwards; we perceive through
a lens that reverses light into color  

in nature light has no color;
it has solid wavelengths that
can be experienced on many
levels beyond the mere after
effect of simple visual sight;

a message to all philosophers:
the universe has a purpose &
meaning; u're the ones w/out
place or purpose or meaning;

the entirety of human senses
is a mere tangential curiosity

are the sense the slim line separating
the inside from the outside or is it all
traveling backwards like a breach baby;

we're looking out at light
that is rushing towards us

the animals hunt using their noses,
ears & paws; humans hunt using
traps, machetes & machine guns

fantasy is a placebo; language is
a placebo; u think u thought u got
the point across but u didn't b/c
that other person is in a reality of
their very own & sometimes it
seems u need an assault gun just to
make a simple point; sometimes
all it takes is a few bucks & a girl
willing to do anything u want; pardon
my French here but ***** is real;
I can smell it from across the room
I can taste it & it can taste me;
it's a wonder that looks as strange to
me as a long, fat **** must look to it;

they were obviously made together

pulsing rod of flesh whose sole purpose
is to fit into that of the little lippy glove
of motherhood & astounding pleasures