Lucidity is not always a guarantee, but I do my best. Roughing through space and time singes the logic. We're always moving fast along with the earth on its twirl. I know that and I never stop knowing that. You probably haven't thought about it too seriously.
Coming down upon me at any time are those air pressures. Worse, the knowledge of them. They are nothing to my body and everything to my mind so that I am smaller than otherwise. More confined. What the hell is this? Zipping elements which sometimes attract and meld.
We make uniquely new forms without losing the old formula.
I have no point. Things are happening.
7.11.2007
Where do you get offfffffffffuckit
www.thehappinessfactor.com can be yours for one low low price. Has not been claimed. Beautiful shining words which can draw people to your specially-made sight.
Of course I've claimed it just now as artistic property, being as I'm advertising for it and everything, and wrote the sight myself before it was revealed by the internet, and not a person, as being empty. Part of that site is mine. Which part is mine, the other does not belong to the internet, but to that collective subconscious that is ruled by the read and written (spoken) word. Is it perhaps? all that is written cannot venture past a certain point. All that is written will be... ok well may we not write along and seek to entertain ourselves as well as look to the past shit written about future shit which guides my present, bowl-filling shit?
Craig and Albert --
A: All that we see is greater than what we see, for we only view a fraction, even when we believe ourselves to have conceived the whole. Dilemma no longer, the existential terrified, the proverb never turns.
(he enters sans markings)
C: Conceived the whole what?
A: The whole thing.
C: What things?
A: Ummm, I don't know.
C: You can't describe them?
A: There's only one.
C: Of whom?
A: There's only one of what I was talking about.
C: You need to keep the story straight.
A: You've made it into some kind of event.
C: You don't make any sense!
A: It's a moment that's stretched over the moments which surround it on either side.
C: There is no way to take a side over a moment. You can't take sides, asshole.
A: What don't you know.
C: That... was that a question... you never made any sense.
A: Well, I wasn't crazy. C: You're chuckling.
(Albert dies)
A: That suddenly made sense, Love.
Gabriel: Where's Albert?
C: Who wants to know?
(Gabriel marks Craig and goes)
C: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Rachel: Come over this way and I'll try to pretend you've got something I want.
C: Sounds nice.
R: Oh. Damn.
C: Let's make.
R: God damn.
C: Let's never die.
R: Holy God damn.
A: Nice guys never finish. Brother, you finished.
C: Did you say something?
R: Only if you wanted me to.
Of course I've claimed it just now as artistic property, being as I'm advertising for it and everything, and wrote the sight myself before it was revealed by the internet, and not a person, as being empty. Part of that site is mine. Which part is mine, the other does not belong to the internet, but to that collective subconscious that is ruled by the read and written (spoken) word. Is it perhaps? all that is written cannot venture past a certain point. All that is written will be... ok well may we not write along and seek to entertain ourselves as well as look to the past shit written about future shit which guides my present, bowl-filling shit?
Craig and Albert --
A: All that we see is greater than what we see, for we only view a fraction, even when we believe ourselves to have conceived the whole. Dilemma no longer, the existential terrified, the proverb never turns.
(he enters sans markings)
C: Conceived the whole what?
A: The whole thing.
C: What things?
A: Ummm, I don't know.
C: You can't describe them?
A: There's only one.
C: Of whom?
A: There's only one of what I was talking about.
C: You need to keep the story straight.
A: You've made it into some kind of event.
C: You don't make any sense!
A: It's a moment that's stretched over the moments which surround it on either side.
C: There is no way to take a side over a moment. You can't take sides, asshole.
A: What don't you know.
C: That... was that a question... you never made any sense.
A: Well, I wasn't crazy. C: You're chuckling.
(Albert dies)
A: That suddenly made sense, Love.
Gabriel: Where's Albert?
C: Who wants to know?
(Gabriel marks Craig and goes)
C: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Rachel: Come over this way and I'll try to pretend you've got something I want.
C: Sounds nice.
R: Oh. Damn.
C: Let's make.
R: God damn.
C: Let's never die.
R: Holy God damn.
A: Nice guys never finish. Brother, you finished.
C: Did you say something?
R: Only if you wanted me to.
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