In the curiosity of something
The soul chooses to get pulled down here,
Far away from our something else and a positive stretch,all here and reaching up at what was just left behind
All of a sudden here..... grounded
On comes the pursuit
I think as man......huh ?
Is it real??? It has to be as I become biped, and call me things like human I will follow
so we think
And
We become
Big and breathing
Pulled towards,what the hell is that??
Stars
Yeah!! all bright and shiny
I stopped here for a brief moment,aware,stupid stop signs,boobs,games without rules
Now what????
it is empty,,,,,Hello???
At a loss,
but yet of substance or so I think
Now for at least this one concept I have been told is time, mine
I will do anything
Aware of things called eggs over easy,avocado's are the shit
I think I will collect things as up comes the burning orb,gathering orange
Hunt,gather
All the stuff I see
Keep it,even if it requires hitting it with a stick
I think I will learn how to make the thing that gets me the things
Stuff!!!
I will give bruised hands and weary eyes for those things
I will make a thing that gets me things
it is meant to be.
I can
When that is done, produce movement
The collecting of small amounts of stuff
I will get a container that will keep all my things,,,,
This stuff
Ha, I am winning
You don't see me yet.....but.........choose
It will continue until I have obtained so much of the aforementioned things
You know
Stuff
That my very small box is full.
It only gets better
I have now achieved something, because I have lots of things
Stuff in a really small container
It is still there and I earned it
So, I am going to build a really big area,a Colosseum,to hold this stuff
Like all the empty air we choke on
But when this big thing is done, I will have a trophy
A really shiny one
One that emits carbon just like me,breaths air,has stuff I don't have
But....
just loves my stuff
Because I won
I will traverse across plains and tumors to obtain the really grand stuff
An alarm clock
So I can wake up,
is that what is being called alive?????????? Is,One face,,,id
buckets lose their bottoms as cycles happen
Waking the fuck up and nowhere.
Big ass whales dance on the horizon,yep
Before I end up on the belching ground of the domicile that holds the stuff I went after
It should not end on a Saturday, I surely hope not while sitting in the yard on a stretching device selling all the stuff I bought for a depreciated value
You know you want it
For rock bottom prices,so I can feel the orbit,and take my new found silver mine, to the where ever
To buy stuff
Stop,humbled
Circles and broken wheels
I could just stop and appreciate the things other things have made and forget
Stuff
wool socks
30.11.12
