Wee Wisdom (15)

aphorisms and short reflections

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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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