A gad fly, a drunken blue fly, and I were
discussing
the curse of being a fly, if men were the measure of all things.
We rise as riders on winds,
and raise
dust when we land, ignorant of sophistry,
but knowledgeable, i.e., read-up
in classic biblical
knowing. {you know, as Adam knew his wife}
Yeah that idea,
essentiality and haecceity, causa sui,
per se, in other words, we could
insert and
still mean
mere words {digitized wisdom begins as words}
reading words makes them animated, not live, not living
being
words, reason essence, point of truth being
the answer to why there is a memory of nothing,
and not nothing now?
Idle words accounted once, are ever liable to personal
interpretations, thus we have classes in
ifity.
We learn via living, that every thing, even the matter the
newborn whatever is made of,
all
was here before me.
I am why history occurred, so far as I may say.
I am the point being only this
hominidiotic thought, they call an ideology and I am sure
I think it means some impossible to realize,
Leave It To ****** sequel, where Eddie Haskell is the cop,
who squeezers the life out of a man, on video
we witnessed
enmasse, right we saw and were we to not believe
deep down what we saw could have been stopped,
if that camera had been in my hand?
Yeah, like me shove that big old cop, he shoot me,
Yeah, make ya famous. Name abridge too, feryerass
Maybe, but I heard and seems I seen its so,
many's the wish gone wanting,
for lack of a man who will try.
Say winning is done with warfare, no fair, child say,
bully child, was reared in a bullied home,
seed of some Minetaurical idea for rearing kings,
feed them bull hormones
and lies frome the wisest of men, men of letters,
many undicipherable but to the
survivors of the mazing,
The Amazing Grace and Pledges of Allegiance and all that,
nothing spiritual, only inspirational national pride,
very carnal minded stuff,
on the surface.
Hmm, gadfly, or blue, give us some perspective.
We seem to be marching,
as to war,
keep in cadence to a bull horn -- gnoshit this is gnostic alchemy
jungina ju ju wu wu wei
we must be making this up.
You the enabler.
I be the artist, who gone be the accuser?
-- games, y' think first, thank later, as each lesson teaches
this works, that don't
points add up, bit by bit, we begin, be-re-sit, ctrl/alt/del
blue screen of death.
ahhh men.
imagine we was once as **** as we imagined,
and we have the grandchildren to prove it.
imagine
we could leave these bodies behind,
and not lose our minds,
or any of the roles we have played.
This is like that. Today. It’s a trip, not a journey.
I'd take it from the top and feel safe landing here.
Perspective is everyting. pop. everytime
