Jack Spratt

120706 17:22

time meaningless nothing in The Presence not held in arms but walked beside in the silent communion nothing passes but values one would give their soul in part or whole for

"Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss."

“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.” + grief --Alexandre Dumas

& for me for now for us all we soon to die extinguished these words this day will be oft strummed the Aeolian your self adored

I weep freely for what was sold into oblivion this promise so once bright darkened and dying now cloaked enshrouded in greed our once grand being and world gambled the control for gamed and kicked to the curb

Celebration – gratitude – thanksgiving yes to all but there remains a frisson sadness more nearly rage uncontrollable . . . note please those few who read my songs and soft shoe shuffling dance in lower case + grief before --Alexandre Dumas

Methodology: I leave bread crumbs passing through various authors the following crows adoringly leave them mnemonically instead laughing on my shoulders metaphorically emergent a preoccupation with the PTSD those returned warriors and the others beaten senseless by patents of unusual proclivity and bigotry both types raped endlessly grieved

Not all abuse or defamation is 'bad' since in time the pain and suffering forge out truths some to mutilate others in rage or merely refined kindness distilled

{note} I will go forward with my intent the bellow:

120705 05:44 oz

You are important I am important all eyes/I's equally so.

No birth noble or ignoble merely divided biodegradable cells. Life without imprint like the earth was as the center of this one of billions systems constructed or evolved. Just dust gas sometime light sometime black holes consuming dying or generating birthing elements unknowable for this now in eternity equivalent infinity.

You & I cannot know now the begging or end of time or whether the word 'time' has real consequence to the origin of us. What you see is ultimately not what you get. Merely another way of saying to have or have not; no meaning definitively.

Your brain six pounds of tofu your mind another matter.

Some are boy or girl or both equal. Those mindless brainless sightless vacuous or filled with ideas and ideals are equal neutral tuning forks vibrating notes silently unknowable to which we are deaf.

I been dead a long long time just still walking around talking about nothing and I don't waste this precious to me time talking to people who exist the beginning and end no life just a heart beat walking taking dead in a rut an infinite open ended grave no head stone no dirt to cover the stink.

We are in hell no heaven possible but sanctuary yes. The keeper is kept twirling his/her keys raping the bars across your eyes & mind with a club. The only reason he or she lives is to occasionally fuck you up just for fun because They, Inc. Can.

Remember we are all equal none better or worse just the choice to do or be or not.

Two choices basic to existence be a Sadist or Masochist or a member of the living dead.

Which role in this play do want?

To eat, shit, die indifferent or to live as one or the other role. Remember you can't escape the prison keeper kept or like me you think 'I never asked to be born and don't want to live anymore.'

Fine.

End “your” life.

Woodstock.

Ground Hog Day.

You'll never escape playing the same role over and over until you choose to change the script.

Go shopping at a different store new or old car to get or not get laid. Fill in the blank what's your flavor ass mouth vagina or maybe knitting needles in your urethra. Daddy wanted you to take over his bank and you wanted to be Snow Bunny

In you is a bird cage filled with diversity yet you are just one of the kinds, the species special the one you love best. . . .

I'll stop here having resurrected the string. Our time place consciousness is merely that a string with beginning middle end and nothing more only The All is infinite

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