Write something.
Wait.
Then,
read it and weep.
Giggle with me?
The forcefield is too big. ‘Cause, it used to have to be, possibly.
Not anyone’s fault.
We can always blame
No-One.
Or bang (bang).
During our REM dream states.
Not in the same environment ampersand; now, the forcefield is energetically askew and effing with the universal grid?
How ostensibly ego-centric to think so, no? Yeah?
What?
Compassion for self.
Self-hatred was that wall that enabled self-preservation.
- i hated myself for hurting/you hate yourself for hurting;
i do not hate what hurt me/you do not hate what hurt you.
What hurt me (you) did/does not hate me
(you).
It is that silly and dumb to hear aloud from this fool.
How to answer the question: Can you truly say ‘no’?
Giggle.
Try to say what you mean when you answer that one.
Howl I
(can)
howl.
This is not deliberate confusion.
But, sure seems confusingly deliberate.
Rejoinder?
Indulgence relative. Just do not hurt people.
Three reasons I love a timely, kind laugh.
Apparently.
- see 1. above
- Authenticity under austerity becomes through sincerity ?
- It is not that you pay for what you get; it is that you get what you pay* for.
*we ain’t just talking currency/wages, folks.
It is okay to admit you are enraged at a potentially outrageous situation.
Enrage is your ego yelling.
Outrage is your heart yelling.
Your heart only yells when others suffer too.
Being enraged and being outraged is possible.
Being enraged and ego-maniacal is possible.
What a drag….
….that i cannot get over myself until I admit that I cannot get over myself.
This is silent howling.
This is giggling.
This is authentic, at the least (
Right
exactly now
). Are you over yourself already?
What are these sighs that I imagine?
Whose low end groan comes down the cans?
Speculation: A song that can end itself and not just fade out.
Humm.
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