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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I appreciate knowing nothing trying to let the weight of the world rest somewhere out of sight viewable only through a glass tube or a scientific device operated with skill alongside this I will avoid men with hats you'll know the story of the senses lose one and another is heightened perception compensates for my lack of knowledge instinct shows up due to my lack of preparation I survive somehow despite myself facts or feeling both are wrong even if mapping the stars or the weather the more we look closely the less we're aware of so, deciding what life is based on any perception other than a steadfast and true self account that beautiful, in the moment existence well, perhaps it's torture I cannot be sure because of my innate disadvantage of being a freewheeling human anamorphic perspective subverts the known nothing is reality perception 'facts' everything constantly shifts to remains unknowable even death there are truths likely a load of rubbish but for the potential joy of thinking about them (I guess) see that skull if you tilt your screen? it's a metaphoric Donald Trump offering you a hat and a slice of pie whilst leaching all the humanity from your fleshy body I'm maybe off track it's so easy to be back on track get an A* play a tune on the lute despite its broken string all without ever getting to the point of it all is it existentialism - I've looked it up a thousand times is it brokenness - breaking things lets the light in after all back to the painting we are the original machines to be overtaken by ourselves in our striving to know inviting our own redundancy by invention undone by ourselves by efforts to halt it electing idiots with 4 word election campaigns who end the world because we thought we were once great and could be again... or at least better than someone else it all seems so impossible on a sunny day that there are dark rooms with heavy gowned men still believing they can do all the thinking but then, I'm usually distracting myself during my quiet drift to the grave (via several countries and a number of pointless but glorified personal achievements in the grand scheme of things) so I don't really think about it
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