How long is now? The past is the length of all history and the future is the length of all potential. Of course, minus the length of now. I watched the glass fall, it slipped in the past and it will land in the future, that time that seems so long, yet there is not time to do anything but regret. science says that now is between two and three seconds.. Now is certainly less than a second, that glass that fell in the past and shattered in the future through less of now than that. No matter how many times I splice a nanosecond, there is always half of that. Each slice beyond the eye dwarfs the size of now.
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Tree
My Grandad was a miraculous man. He produced the incredible every day, amazing things always happened to him. For example, he took a seed from an apple and he planted it into the ground. Soon through season’s water, light and the nutrients of the earth, the first miracle occurred. From his apple seed up from God’s dirt sprouted an orange tree! An incredible occurrence no doubt, but only the first miracle, because the very next year his orange tree produced apples!
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Monkey Claw
Exaggeration and extrapolation within my conscience are the main causes of my anxiety. Each moment written to a conclusion far far along in time. So even a diamond dream melts in some future wasted investment, some loss of friends through jealousy, wealth a weight to shed. One grain of thought extrapolates into a beach of sand. Exhausting my very own monkey claw.
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NRG
All matter is energy and all energy cannot die but must transform. Yet perpetuity is impossible too. So when we push a swing, the swing gradually slows and warmth is created.
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fizz
Resentment and anger, hatred and fear, a damaging spark fizzing. Notice when unfed in time that spark shrivels and dies. What you feared gains another perspective, a humanity, if we can quench this spark swiftly, we can maintain peace.
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Out here
Out here in my oddness, in the realm of the weird, I contemplate the structure of life, how it is loaded towards that banality of normality. All that bores me, that drives me mad, in it’s simple cause and effect square box, all those hoards of monotony, fitting simply in the structure from birth till death. They enjoy their role as a gear, take the money and buy what they’re told, wave what they’re told. The blue pill looks tempting sometimes. The job and the money, to stand wherever the many stand. Swallow the red pill, choke it down, it is you, to watch them burn from out in the cold.
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Janis
The universe
does not recognise
our numbers
we scrawled
upon parchment
our ink is not
heaven’s time
The universe
winks at Janis
It’s all the same
fucking day man.