it is your pen knife so you cu yourself first it is your guillotine your funeral your everything we are merely the bystanders in this one man show if you wanted me to participate then you ought to have given me a few lines and a name stage directions at the very least as it is i will never lift myself from the bench give the poison time to grow confidence and resistance eventually death over supply death with all your little deaths so long as there is life there is hope an over population crisis is an opportunity for life to sort itself out with the forces outside of its control the rationale is if we could control the contributing factors to the problem then there would be no problem the problem would not present itself in the first instance you are not looking past the problem so how will you see the solution do not focus on the problem instead focus on the solution the answer is over there beyond the problem on the other side throwing up ever new more and more problems itself and then we gaze past those and ever onward into life itself but i fear man is such a myopic creature we are looking for something out there beyond the stars that is greater than ourselves what is this we call imagination and how do we become that greatness how do we become more than ourselves ad then what and then how and this is all coming now-identity seeking the then-identity who poses not such hungry questions fruitless searches who the fuck are you man what do you know and i go about getting myself the knowledge what is there to be known and i limit this small world down between parentheses because i feel the knowable everywhere within the smallest corner of this fleshy animal becoming surpassing self reflecting self conscious and escaping rediscovering i hack into the fish and eat it bear-becoming digest it and shit it out onto the page animal becoming machine paper becoming compost on the garden becoming paprika flowing blooming out of time the time is never ours to have we are in there within time and we are its playthings cruel master fairness has not a thing to play with but time has entirety between its fingers
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