ConnectionsWhen it all connects together, like a system of numbers, when all things are in being, where am I? It seems as if I am at my most nonexistent, like perhaps I could drift away into the outer realms and never be seen again.Connections
The playthings of the gods are the wind and rain, but the playthings of man are at the very essence of being. The most essential to any semblance of knowledge, they lose it all and make war. When the handsome covering of a knowledge of the things around is pulled down and the truth of man is revealed.
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Wow, what?
"Well, what if I told you I fucked your mother?"
"wait, what does fuck mean?"
"it means to love"
"so you loved my mother?"
"intensely."
"So fuck isn't a bad word?"
"not at all!"
*kid runs home*
"mommy! mommy!"
"what ever is the matter, son?"
"A man told me something strange, mommy"
"what did he tell you?"
"I'm pretty much a slave, forever"
two watchers
and no art
you're a popularity miracle
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A vast pattern — of which I am a part... What is the pattern or the meaning or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it.
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