Our lives are BASED on theory And theory is located in something called The “stacks.” It’s just like Camille Paglia said: . “The idea of ultimate benevolence of nature and God is the most potent of man’s survival mechanisms. Without it, culture would revert to fear and despair.” . I sit here thinking my computer […]

It’s a bosom of benevolence, And it’s inactive, though, As it only exists in my imagination, Though, . I’ve seen it both close up And away, though, It shirks With a set of fingers Crossed the lips.

How would the government not be corrupt, As the “soul” itself is soaked in conquest, The true bloods always knowing how Superseding, ostentatious elusion Brings in the bacon. . It’s a falcon, On top of a tree, Assessing its surroundings objectively, Ensuring that it will always survive, Soles manipulated near the jugular.

The way the universe quenches itself is that Once intuition blooms, Its use is rendered null By age. . Nothing ever uses, Only is used, . And in life, There is no death.

Rather than trying to look for new things in the world It’s my inclination now to just try and see everything in your image So I guess in this way I’ve been the subject of a dogma, But if this world is so foolproof Why is it so absurd and lustrous?

I used to ask for the girl’s music taste, But I’d run around with so much lazes-faire, Wanting nonetheless to paint a mural Of my own purple All along the fence of this house Into which the diagonal street ends Seeing new joys And sea-crab luminescent horizons there Regardless of the foolish aspects Of such […]

What made me good at partying and getting stoned back in the day, Namely not caring about anything, Has eventually hurt me in my effort to institute integral human theory in my everyday life in the real world. . But then, Obviously, I think, Well what the hell anyway, They won’t let me be a […]

Well, I mean, I don’t even know the place where I end And anybody else begins, . And it seems like we were always in this jail, This jail that killed Michael Jackson and Ryan White To compete, To always compete

The point of being a Virgo is giving other people something to believe in. This comes from being born on the harvest. During the period of our entrance into this world, humanity is reflecting and pausing, considering the level of food they’ll have for the upcoming winter. This comes to be our identity, as Virgos […]

It must be interesting To sit and think about The things that make you a woman. . But then, I could see how that would pi** you off, too. . It’s sort of a man’s world. Men overpower, Run tautly in a panicked frenzy And something in you tells Yourself to precipitate with us, And […]