* to pour your heart out, it has to be broken my heart breaks all the time when i want it to stay in character i used to be a musician, but all my concerts were disconcerting. academics talk too much to say the least. all my objectives are subjective to the questions stuck in my throat i have the answers on the tip of my tongue. there's no outfit where i can fit in it's obvious that, as the mesopotamians had it, we face the past and the future is behind us. we can see the former and not the latter. that's also why we shouldn't sprint towards the future, we're going to fall. a careful walk away from the past, as if saying a nostalgic goodbye, that's the way. dashes are not only arbitrary but completely superfluous. or would you rather write com-pletely super-fluous? if you're selfconscious about it, drink a bit of wine, just not enough to be un-conscious. the more you approach the light, the more shadow you cast. only the simple minded think of heaven as a place. it is in fact many places. only the simple minded think of the highest divinity as a man. it is in fact a man and a woman. a god of resurrection is a god of the compost heap. the process is messy. you have to be patient. you cannot 'make art'. art is the making. after trials and tribulations come triads and triangulations. before too. there is no such thing as timeless wisdom. king Solomon taught me this. and Jesus of course. my garden also taught me this. all creation, life and death and resurrection, existence itself teaches this every day. wisdom really is knowing what time it is, and perhaps even more importantly, what time it isn't. entertaining timelessness is a waste of time: a performative contradiction. evil is not supernatural, but rather subnatural. fret not, even if you do not have your road to emmaus you will at least have your road to damascus. the medium is the message. the media is the opposite. be moderate in your awe. awesome is good, awful is too much.
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