Silence
Somethings are better not knowing.
you have your freedom, now
what was it you were going to do with it?
innocent men are set free after twenty years
suddenly, after fifty years
finally wake up
but only for a moment,
and only to be left confused and fall back asleep
somehow he maintained his sanity
I am not sure I have regained mine
yet, a new day
It was a misty morning.
a girl with the blue eyes spoke,
"maybe you don't need the whole story?"
forget about it, I shrugged
and with a sigh I boarded the train,
they still didn't understand.
the totality of experience!
shit, the train derailed,
listening to some Signur Ros should help get some things back on track
each step gets louder now
its your time in space!
to know that now doesn't seem to make it any easier.
I wondered why there was a man with a top hat in my shoe
it didn't make any sense
does she enjoy that?
I don't remember,
I wish I did
Talk about time lost!
I remember thinking,
Oh, those dreams!
they take me to the dusk grey,
moist dew grass,
all within a small subtle color change
all happening so fast.
I set out to go look for it
I liked the zebra a lot
"you did not say no"
Yes, I did say no
I said it
For the first time
I would know.
So, I guess I should establish myself in new ways.
I still have to look at the keyboard when I type
My hands aren't as shaky as they used to be
Why do they find those things so amusing
It has ALWAYS been in the same spot
spot on
broke her spot
Do wash your face before bed?
Ode to discipline
discipline myself
A subtle color change
I keep looking in the same spot
It looks like that misty mossy morning,
you remember the one?
but it is not.
Stop ripping things apart
There, it's open now
You should crawl in, head first!
The thought crossed my mind
What if the sheep were really all those colors
like the ones on the towel she brought me back form Ireland?
my grandfathers ashes are there now,
well at least some of them the ones that didn't mistakenly end up in my possession
and then sat on my dashboard for entirely too long
my daughter is home, sick in bed
I don't even know where my phone is
I am getting worried that I am addicted to information
I get anxious when I don't have new information
Some thoughts really aren't worth having
That doesn't mean they'll stop
Shit, I had something to do here
Now I don't remember.
This is ALWAYS happening
Oh yes, this and the movie,
I remember now
The stripes are distracting
He told me her name as if I should have already known
I am sorry I am terrible with names
However, I hadn't thought of it that way.
What did he call me again?
I don't remember of course, but it was a good one.
It doesn't seem to be thinking?!
You are right,
we SHOULD feel ashamed
not them, us,
I do.
I don't know where the other thing was that I needed!
It will show up at the right time, it always does.
(it doesn't stop the worry)
Just throw the gross part away!
She replies,
"it is JUST like a mutant"
even more reason to throw it away!
or save it in a safe, sanitary place as a specimen?
maybe that is just the answer,
She just went on ahead
and ate the rest
Playing the music of things
the joy of discovering
On freedom again
trying to be free, FREE
What do other people do?
what other people do.
I wish she would quit talking to me
Sometimes I would just like to concentrate
Give me a minute, just a minute, please
Clear now. Clearer even still.
yes, yes, but what is it exactly you are clear on?
Oh, quit taking so long to think
There comes a time
and then there is nought
nothing/nothingness, always dying
That is exactly the same thing I stumbled upon
You just reached in and grabbed it first
I was so busy that I almost didn't notice
another subtle color change, a darker shade of blue now
The angry old woman
She is sitting at the coffee shop
wearing a saturated shade of pink on her lips
it is running into the wrinkles extending from her mouth.
She carefully takes a sip of her coffee
delicately holding the cup
her pinky extends in the air
Looking out of the cafe window at the rainy cold day
She is glad she isn't out there
She stares and wonders, and thinks:
Information cannot be destroyed.
she is sure of that one thing
I find the whole thing highly questionable
So many activities to scrutinize
In there, somewhere, somewhere
In there where you are
Thank you, I was thinking that all along anyway
We should just keep moving forward
If you people would really just take a moment and listen to yourselves
listen logically.
you would understand that it really doesn't make any sense!
What does "information loss" even mean?
Well, it doesn't matter because it is not true anyway.
Instead of entropy, you offer up a fully formed solid mass
Complete in every way, always finished!
I think its all going to go all the way away anyway, so what does it matter?
Now, we have the third dimension turning into flatness.
You are really just trying to lose me, aren't you?
Fine I am gone
I just have to offer up before I go, that I thought this could really have been a good thing for us
Information that would feed our cause,
But, what was our cause?
Shit ,I keep forgetting the name.
Oh yes, our time in space!
What a clear picture we shall have!
A billion, billion times smaller than a proton
So would this be the ultimate base material?
Now the neutrinos are moving faster than light
Who knows maybe they just gained momentum for awhile.?
This could very well be a temporary condition.
They are passing through our fingernails now.
Gleaning us for information to send to the past, or the future
What difference will it make?
So share my thoughts with him on this matter of matter.
He never replied
But he did inform me that if I am going hope to have any authority
That I need to zip my fly before addressing the crowd
The trail of breadcrumbs lead me to the door outside
and screaming girls
Thank God I had some old receipts in my pockets
I put them in my mouth and chew them
into a mushy yet somewhat still cohesive pulp
Then I stuck it in my ears.
I could still hear everything, but it helped
she rolled her eyes at me in disgust and kept screaming
I can never remember everything all of the time
Not everything is of imperative importance!
Oh it is such a lovely place, a bit rugged
A rough and ragged place
in a different reality
I don't know if I can just sit and watch this anymore
This is Horrible
I would prefer to do it right next time, assuming there is a next time
Sometimes I type without looking
I think then I make more mistakes
Best just to take a glance down once in a while
Ok, I am going to say it.
I am going to do it right next time
definitive
This means I will need to be brave
Brave, not just meaning strong this time around.
I think that my cats turned on the radio while I was gone
This seems like something they would do
You know, I am really glad to not be part of everything
Still I am part of something
It sounds like the neighbor is singing
They should be embarrassed but they have no idea
Maybe there is a party or something going on outside
It's better than the time when I was recording and owl
and ended up recording my neighbors having sex
I told you about that
I think it is a radio this time
It's playing Country music
blubbering shits
that is disgusting
Permance-
now isn't that something of beauty
that is which is of such desire and completely unattainable
in its completeness that is
It is always easier to accept when you understand
such a strange experience
listening to him blow his noise on the radio
I certainly wasn't expecting that
I wasn't expecting to hear my neighbors having sex either
shit
What I really need to figure out now is is how do we sustain this?
Can we sustain this? Should we sustain this?
Our efforts seem ultimately in vain
(The music suddenly gets louder)
I just remembered someone that I keep forgetting
It is rather embarrassing you know, when your memory fails
Space exhausted on the internal hard drive, forgot to back up the files again
We will discuss this further at a later time, more indepth
you can be sure of it.
The rain, I am always trying to capture that.
that would be something to sustain
its on the to do list.
speaking of which, I should really be going
I haven't looked at you, or for you, for awhile
more vain quests
If I look at you again
It will be an accident
A coincidence
nothing more , nothing less
If the accident will
Magnolia, great, that again.
It was after all, that which was
accidentally,
is starting again.
It was that which was actually me
with that that is actually you
Accidentally or not
all thoughts aside
My internal vision is shorting out
It has been overgrown in an instant
with foliage
I guess it was just because there was space in the first place
Well the first path is forged
A reasonable degree of progress
I should be satisfied they say
Just a little more room, I beg of you
The music keeps playing
And I need to go home for the night
