what if death is a
myth. what if during your last
hours, minutes, seconds
time gradually
slows, until each moment is
an eternity.
did the Tortoise not
teach that the end never comes ?
do we not seek the
infinite between
the infinitesimal ?
I am the star of
this pornography
known as consciousness, and it
is one with no end.
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i am so obsessed with all of these new knee.... lettuce write a book together!
april is national poetry month, so i am going to, like last year, try to write a poem every day. it is difficult. i maybe wrote ten.
as above, so below
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