06-14-2016, 02:57 AM
Woken this morning by an insistent fly persistently diving into my hung over disgraced face.
Not that I did anything out of place the night before,
but as an aging man this sort of activity is poor. Surely there must be more than Pissed up over indulgent consumption of a poison.
What fun.
But back to the fly.
He was right
Get up get out of your pit wash away the washed up feelings of a writer and do some work.
What followed was this.
Follow the signs let life unwind. Don't live inside lines perceived through eyes that for all their elegant design are blind.
Time is a concept constructed by minds.
I Thought as I spread Nutella over my hand
With only perception of previous experience the possibility for prosperity becomes diminished inherently. Down generations of reincarnations following in the footsteps of a humanity that's boundaries are determined by a falsification of reality.
Rightly? Wrongly? Or just differently?
Choices matter little in a life of infinity.
The hairline of the present is where you'll live happily.
What more can there be other than the occurring of the moment? and then puff gone into past, why do we insist on the moment to last?
And what about the moment that's coming next week I'll think about that moment now because this moment's bleak. Of course the moment next week it comes and it goes and in ignorant bliss the universe flows and you missed it all because you weren't even there. You were wrapped up in memories of needless despair. Prepared for the worst or hoping for the best while the moment itself lay dormant at rest.
It's beauty missed.
By elegantly designed eyes.
Live in the moment like that f***ing fly.
Not that I did anything out of place the night before,
but as an aging man this sort of activity is poor. Surely there must be more than Pissed up over indulgent consumption of a poison.
What fun.
But back to the fly.
He was right
Get up get out of your pit wash away the washed up feelings of a writer and do some work.
What followed was this.
Follow the signs let life unwind. Don't live inside lines perceived through eyes that for all their elegant design are blind.
Time is a concept constructed by minds.
I Thought as I spread Nutella over my hand
With only perception of previous experience the possibility for prosperity becomes diminished inherently. Down generations of reincarnations following in the footsteps of a humanity that's boundaries are determined by a falsification of reality.
Rightly? Wrongly? Or just differently?
Choices matter little in a life of infinity.
The hairline of the present is where you'll live happily.
What more can there be other than the occurring of the moment? and then puff gone into past, why do we insist on the moment to last?
And what about the moment that's coming next week I'll think about that moment now because this moment's bleak. Of course the moment next week it comes and it goes and in ignorant bliss the universe flows and you missed it all because you weren't even there. You were wrapped up in memories of needless despair. Prepared for the worst or hoping for the best while the moment itself lay dormant at rest.
It's beauty missed.
By elegantly designed eyes.
Live in the moment like that f***ing fly.