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given name (of expression)
life is this
the same
now hear
here this is
madness
truncate
[now will. what wait
i'm
not
finished

yet.

i am

qualified
to speak
on
a lack of qualifications

measure sand
      salt my
value
to me
(yes, this is familiar)
not
to you
'll
    not
understand.


Half started thoughts and
unifinished projects
every dream I have does
fail and fall for
dreams are lies
and I will tell the truth
that this above and so
below
is false
and even this
(I beg of you
'full fathom five)
cut up
mostly
(glimpse of unblemished skin)

Again, start Again
keep talk
(bothersome gossip
ing this
it is already
gone

Alright, a dream I had
to write this thing
words
profound
coursed once
/my cursed at once
and not again.
explain
my particular
inadequacy
for
everything
all of this
the last
    bit of it
is

Intellect. (the end sum
cold. (to everything
heartless. (...
mimics
      life
warmth
   internal strife
i am nothing but
        intellect (my soul was slagged

This is all you see
nothing more is here to be
everything unstarted
watching things
that are never said
my million private dialogues
with people I never truly met
explaining this principle
or that
now fool
if you would
(this sounds like a title
which never ever was)
consider me wise
         then
                 foremost realize
     my head is
made of meat
subject to
the whim of weather
    fortune and chance
and surely comes along
     a gentle breeze
                       all the pages
     of memory
the covers of profound
    escape escape escape into
               nothing
monotony
and it is in that instant
     you are my
                        my superior
        for then
                   I fall so far
        I am an unthinking
                       toaster to you
       and I beg
                      the machines
                to control
            the destiny of my dust





this far and everything
everything
is still
you know me
meaningless.
                  do not expect this
instant to be great
                        not for anyone
               but do not
even expect
  this instant to be human.








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On Tuesday December 7th, 2004, Endifference (258) writes:
"i am nothing but intellect (my soul was slagged"... "do not even expect this instant to be human." fucking genious. Just...raw. Pure. -END-


On Saturday November 27th, 2004, Raven (373) writes:
Comes out of left field and pummels my pasty brain matter into poetic crumbs... Excellently done, my friend.. the words are lingering still...._Raven


On Tuesday November 16th, 2004, purr_verse (1427) writes:
Just excellent. Your work is always excellent. "my million private dialogues with people I never truly met" - heheh; i know this from the inside... Erudition in detachment; the mirror cold indeed. Masterfully realised.


On Monday November 15th, 2004, indefined (684) writes:
vortex patterns, a whirl into... where? ahh... exactly, where indeed. intruiging, a lovely little dance.


On Monday November 15th, 2004, Anth (1609) writes:
i really felt this,and its just too cool the way youve written it, i read so so much into this,joyous and impressive


On Monday November 15th, 2004, Storm (184) writes:
the way this flows, everything floats into the other and mix one mass of this incomprehensible...something. I have no words, this was just great. ~S


On Monday November 15th, 2004, Solace (1421) writes:
*smiles*


On Monday November 15th, 2004, Future of Despond (94) writes:
((I wish you could all see the layout, but DP always ruins it. In there, you could -almost- see me smile.))



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