Wee Wisdom (15)
aphorisms and short reflections
* i'm easily amused. i think the muses like me. a wise man is a whys man my cynicism is as sincere as my romanticism or my mysticism. it's just that i don't only have a heart, i also have a mind, and a dick. i'll leave it up to others to map out which comes from which the ends justify the memes aesthetic means related or derived from the senses, thus it is the same word as sensual. in case you don't know. hence also anaesthetic as dulling the senses and prosthetic as adding to the senses and synesthesia as combination of senses. if you hear about aesthetic sensibility you know they lack the verbal kind. the special thing about species is they're specific. of course, i'm not a specialist. maybe the real difference between the gods of 'monotheism' (yes, plural there too) and those of 'polytheism' is that the first are loners, and the second like crowds. i met a sincere traditional catholic at the height of my involvement in esoterism. this was years ago but every once in a while he sends me a message and it's always about how dangerous that stuff is. i think his fears are mostly unfounded, but it's sweet that he worries about my soul. the gospel according to saint mark my words clouds moving fast like my thoughts carried by the wind out of the fridge i still smell and look ok but i'm past the expiration date on the right track but it keeps skipping to another over the moon under the radar between heaven and hell the weight of western suicide dark as a feather in someone else's cap the storm is the lord's sneeze bless him what dies in death was already dead stuck in the middle to begin with it doesn't matter in the end it's never enough it's always too much too little too late playing scrabble without pieces, opponent or a board. keeping score, losing gracefully wise up power through wind down no grave large enough for dead dreams so far out and out gone with the wind the machine told me everything now i know nothing melting pot meltdown alchemy 101 thinking about round and round never gets through a soul is matter and spirit joined in matrimony we no longer know anything like the palm of our hand the phone is always there do or die don't do or die do or don't do die anyway her wildest west blessed constitution united states of undress the dust has finally settled time to sweep a haunted house of cards with glass ceilings and lockless doors loose haikus at the end of everything how cute, how quaint a day off an off day night night we begin in the darkness of the womb and so does the earth the year starts in the fall
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Another worthwhile collection!