go there is nothing so permanent even this big is going to go some time crushed to less than a single atom a very tight space a very slow explosion we are living within inhabiting the micro climates as the whole is cooling down sucking itself back up into the void the cold eternal this is as far as it gets no it just keeps expanding the distances become greater and greater yeh and then what then nothing just imagination
i have got to let myself lose somehow let go of this winning the competitive streak the taking someone else down to get ahead on the way fast track to an early grave strange days indeed most peculiar damacles has ink on the tip of his sword prussian blue
we could have a lame middle ground that gains some visceral traction for a hot second all for a cash flow injection refunneling system into retirement to keep me at the desk developing a third arm how bad i want that third arm
names and faces of people who did something to you staying the course searching for the light digging around in the dark going deeper they knew you were out there developing the eyes sensitive enough to see you grey on grey call it something else call it anticular in an ocular world we are feeling antennae receptor feelers placing not enough zappa in my life bring the zap back into this life the hard way to broadway
the hungry hungry masochists hungry for something bigger something greater up there with jesus in a big purple chair take one and run it through the machine see what comes out
i want to know but it is only this desire to know that gives this waking nightmare any relief and pleasure whatsoever