the Changing world

Was it a myth I thought of Myself at the Time That I could stay in Humble Origins Until discovered And Be Recognized And Having followed The Scent Am now Seeing my own Filth? I, Having Waited out My fortune, Hang?

worth

People pay a lot of money for the view they have from their place. What a view! they say. But, feeling the air on my chest and shoulders from the breeze that passes through my windows while I write is worth more than even a view of Earth from space.

shizbop nunu

the folding table is visible behind the plant unless it gets hotter than 98 degrees i am hotter than air i put the puppy sticker on the folder because i the sticker need be used a white mug from fire island with a red cart on it

he who heard it

by he who heard it twas the anthem of solitude trumpeted by silence heard by him alone thought of as the next step in a quieter age that would have been enough but because of the time in which he lived he had to write “silence is the anthem of solitude and always what comes next” on…

We Think We are Better, Liberals

Things that do not make us wiser, better, more intelligent, more compassionate, more caring, or an overall better person than other people, but that we think make us wiser, better, more intelligent, more compassionate, more caring, or an overall better person than other people: liberal beliefs friends with liberal beliefs current suffering stories of suffering history…

t kno

i think i know what i will have and then i don’t get that i get instead what i know not like butter i did not put on my own toast!