We sit up high
There are places I see from my peak that I can not reach nonetheless
In my mind exist a few
The sparsity of the phenomena
But have no say
What I mean is
There are distinct problems
That are very large
That I guess I could attack
Knew I how
At this point people call me crazy
Maybe it’s not even real
The language is simple
But I must communicate clearly with you
I have goals
I have problems
And others have problems with my problems
So it’s pretty antagonistic
This leads to a lot of discord
Inside and out
But for now
I’ll just get my coffee
So what do I do? Where is it safe?
(Is work really so easy for everyone? Is it natural to function? My behavior is not considered by modern society as functional or (literally, as in convertible to money) val-u-able. I wouldn’t get paid to do what I do. But I think on the other hand that many people are like that. But what they do is valuable! So why aren’t they getting paid? Because money is broken? Because the economy is crude? Because abstract technology/concept is not there yet? It’s definitely concept. But I don’t think probably not most people understand it yet. Do most people understand that money is intended to represent value? And that value is a natural human phenomenon, a natural human understanding, feeling? Intuition? I don’t really understand what’s going on. This is all broken, everything around me, you, everything. Nature was cruel to begin with, it lets living things be eaten alive, to be tortured to death. This is not a good place. This is not a good world. Invent something. Make utopia the reality it once was.)
I can’t shower. I can’t shave. It’s very hopeless. Orthogonal. Orthogonality. The proper propaganda for the generation is soup in a bowl. There’s no breeze tonight. I wonder. When it came? When sustenance? Why hap? Often, too little. I can’t breathe. Someday, I will have to (not). I’m not prepared for pain.
Too many pictures in front of my eyes. Too much makeup under the shirt. Dirth, belittle, fragment. Nation of objects. Obscure in touch. Tactile. Marketed mayfair. Could be swallowed. Never under the pillow. Miss my roll. Cat baked ketchup. Stickers again.
A nation of How to Tolerate Pain Successfully.
10 melons. 101 words. Plentiful dog nap, cautionary space for cavitation of capacity for care with crimson creen. Map osfunction. Fungle. Save time for save the game frolic. Gratitude. Awareness. Cream tea. Space. Lots of Hubble. Huddle round the oven, for I see the future of people and it keeps me from them.
People who own rocks are abusive.
I’m sorry that’s all I have now.