because how much of thinking,
or rather: "thinking"
                    is to do about being,
and how much of it
is to do with the matter of perception:
in that,
   a reverse-perception,
                                  of appearance?
seems
         the thespian insurrection
              has become paramount...
   totalitarian...
       but my god:
           does it really have to take grip
of the depths of faking an ******
from a woman's perspective?
   watching a woman "fake"      "it"
makes mainstream movies
look sinister compared to b-movies
(namely hellraiser):
and that's not indicative of anything
bad about the movie -
frankly - i can listen to the christopher
young soundtrack, while falling
     asleep, on a(n) annum reel;
of all the people in the world -
rome: never reached us...
                the byzantines modified
greek to inform the quasi-vikings
          of the ukraine through cyrillic...
about...
                something less than
the concept of an icon?
   given the ascribed veneration for, icons?
and i was baptised into new romanic
font...
            god only knows if "my" people
used runes when they were not
using, anything but the roman dicta...
later bloomer, ugly duckling...
   but i'm among people who know
the rigid roman thumb,
                      either up, or down...
still...
            the thespians, are starting
to really, bug me...
                   their complete infiltration
of all of what composites a life...
     hmm...
          me? i'm of the shadow segment...
because...
        hmm...
                  i'm trying to mind what
phonetic encoding (beside the norse
    encoding still preserved to memory)
the slavs used...
               i "could" go, travel to america
and stand
          on the shoreline of the grand canyon,
with mouth agape like a scared
     macaque monkey...
and yet...
               i'm already standing before
a canyon,
                   juxtaposing
                             the big bang theory,
certain years in a past calendar...
                but today?!
              proud boys exploring space...
yet to be honest...
                   we'll never, exactly "explore"
time...
              only what we lost...
              and only what we gain as
momentum into: through tomorrow -
                     the blind eye seeking.