It's all about you
what you see when you look at anything
Perception is fickle and unless you close your eyes and look inwards
the world will tell you anything to get your attention. And for me I see inside
you looking not at me but television. I seek not your attention to me but the sensation and noise of silence. An old man now I remember blackboards and white chalk of Dover both seen now in reprise. Diagrams drawn on the blackness of memory emerging in time remembered everything changes and everything is an illusion calling God will provoke/invoke a response yet the God's of television are jokes. The news medium itself once a temple of truth for me not so much in what I read there but their sending me out to collect images to flag their stories and when I said such-and-such they ignored me since my images were merely flags to grab your attention. And now I seldom seek the wisdom of others in quotes since I'm being fed inspiration from just plain folks. Suicide ideation is more common than not and you'd be surprised who thinks about it daily besides me. Yesterday a visiting nurse came to check-me-out explaining that Medicare keeps records of what every doctor says of me then requesting some validation of a remark said in retrospect; "Today is a good day to die."
"You know I'm going to have to report this?"
"I don't care."
I'd looked into my lover's green emerald eyes and the Sphinx spoke silently locking into place our reality. Metaphorically I heard the tumblers clicking as truth opened. The portal of eternity is at your next breath.
As is ours.
WE, She, U & i have control of the volume of violence allowed flowing into the stillness of self thus our health by any description is 90% our choice to either listen to the singing silence within or attend the volume of violence spent to entertain us. Persuading us to consume indifferently the presumed authority of those who would rule us just for the pleasure of acclaim offering nothing but lies and palliatives to achieve their fame.
The rest, 10%, is just physics and biology; not punishment. The trip is worth the price. Or is it when considering at birth we're given a tour guide at the very bottom in very small print; 'in accepting this trip you must die' and today or right now is okay with me since I know my lover knows I love her and will find her anywhere we go far or near light years apart.
Next time you pass a mirror think about the last time you looked through plate glass seeing inside all your hunger pressed against the glass.
Step forward entering you desire for joy knowing death will never end it.
oh yes--It was Crazy Horse who said it, "Today is a good day to die" He wasn't crazy it was his horse; his ride.
120905 03:56 you
if we are as we are what we consume as advertised lies let us eat bankers for lunch politicians for brunch Supreme Court Justice? Thomas as indicated by Anita Hill he's just dog meat let us start one by one eating them who have canalized us for centuries better yet don't eat them feed them to the pigs swine dressed in the gore of children not theirs sent to war returned addled be well do no harm
120905 1130 pink sliced lunch meat
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