it's beautiful to feel:
but it's intolerable to think...
and if that doesn't
conjure laughter...
i don't know what will.
why?
since an "inherent" moral
scheme...
as if we were all told to
write a fairy tale...
and not a moral: conundrum...
tragedy does indeed knock
at the pauper's door
when it comes to crafting
a collectivism: worth
of man.
i have loved...
and the only love i have
learned is what exists as
exprienced: subsequently fleeting...
never an arranged "there",
in that a "there" is
equivalent of
concreteness of being...
without a "here" apparent
in there being a "there"
to manifest a sum per se!
quack phrase for impetus
/ momentum?!
- what became the german notion
of da was already apparent
in english, via the articles of:
a and the... direct articulation
of an indirect space -
versus the indirect articulation of
a direct space...
- love is a failure to
make habitual ridicule for
having mannerisms
being: a making of an excuse...
no... love isn't that...
it's the only once that is
the one instance to not desire
replication...
then again:
it's hardly that...
it's beautiful to feel:
but it's intolerable to think...
how much more worthwhile
to have a noble emotion
than a truthful thought?
to me there is no:
cogitans verum...
there is no "truth" & a "thinking" -
the eden, the apple, the fall...
the end!
that month of being
loved up really helped me in becoming
a cold-hearted *******.
