sharp reedy eyes hide the thoughts of a youth gone awry a head engraved with names and titles no light thing for any wandering soul a burden for what should be light feet traipsing through a world of wonder and exploration by all means read but let not words weary the head and weigh the soul for life is a long farewell there is only so much time to say hello
a test of will and strategy to the young balls of energy that require your attention strict attention and amusement something to do in every waking moment the learning growing expanding outwards and absorbing always picking up putting in the mouth so much energy in those black holes and they just keep dragging everything in like they can never be saturated their thirst for understanding is patience trying do you have the answers dad or can you point them in the right direction can you teach the skills of research and persistence to find the answers themselves on their own journey wherever this life might take them that their body is as much of the world as anything else and that access to knowledge is access to self assess reassess test and evaluate there is nothing you can do that cannot be done
wild truth the days of madness have been fully integrated into routine this is madness the repetition in hope of difference when it is all around us growing incremental change your eyes and ears nose and mouth open the pores back up to the phenomena surging through the flesh of the world i need not recall i am still in these days to which you harp back in your letters surely you recognise that your family has rescued your from your self destructive behaviour from which trauma are they born have you gone there yet on that journey of rediscovery for you know it well you were there it happened before i came along i have only been privy to the self made self served solutions whiskey cannonballs on the balcony in the afternoon sun challenging sleep with a typewriter on the lap
bite down until a conclusion is forced the man in the high castle finds himself on the island of doctor moreau whoever would build a castle there when there is nothing there to defend
strong westerlies coming off the desert interior combined with a local average temperature of thirty four degrees Celsius has the pyromaniacs frothing at the mouth. take the four wheel drive up the fire track into the state park to toss a smouldering cigarette out the window. then crack on back to the apartment for a couple of cold ones whilst watching the valley go up in flames. some people just get sick and tired of the ocean view to the east and the mountain view to the west.
turning to the power of math wrapped into an engineering dream powering the ideas into a text informing behaviour shaping reality manifestation of the virtual into actual making dreams come true first we build the dream in the virtual space and then we translate that into actionable tasks within the actual space and when it all falls apart we will blame the as always
turning away from the panama papers the pandora papers the squirreling away in offshore accounts once you have got it working out how to keep is now an affordable option how the opinions change the politics the voice on the loud speaker people are buying the book i never thought this many people read well you do not know for what they are hungry still out there searching for something different woken up to the slop seeking not the muse of yesterday unveiled as deceit all i want is some truth
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