Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Fluffy chicks

Hearing some horry (sorry horror) stories from childhood. The horror was not mine though. But little chicks. Attacked and killed by ants.

Dispite protection, cage legs in bowls of water, the gardener left a broom propped against the cage.

A bridge.

For the ants to move in. And so they did.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't then the horror too? The horror is mine then. Did the chicks suffer? What is it to suffer? The fear of oblivion.

No doubt this is old school. Sleepy.

Like a dream forgotten, there was a glimmer of some truth out there.. then gone.

Like a dream that flips into crisp and bright colour. But then I remember I'm dreaming and it's back to blur. Back to blur.




Thursday, September 3, 2015

Be heart I say!

There was a young lady called Bharti
Who was always quite fond of a party
Be heart I say!
Or not and I'll pay
Lest I become a bit of an arty.

Friday, August 28, 2015

hat now of wi

I't sink or s w im
                s win n
Breakdown of w  hat  I  k  now.
hat now of wi
No know
knok knock. Now.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Pain vacuum


 Distilled pain is the definition of hell.
Distilled survival is the recipe for inevitable distilled pain.

It is all in the mind. The pain is all in the mind. Signal... "Survive!" But there is no advantage or disadvantage of this. It is the objective of the mind. Suffering is identification of the self with the mind. What what other self is there? The spirit.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Clawback

Where has it gone? The energy went, trasmuted by time. I am left depleted, I want to go back but there is no turning back, only the simulation of return. This illusion will shatter. She hides from it and talks. Or hides from what will fill the future if she let's the future happen. No she won't, she holds onto the present, but a present in which I am absent. I represent the future, the future that must not happen. Make noise lest the quiet give birth.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

babble

the forward passage of time is.zzzzzzzzzzzzz

as more livign things occupy a finite space, they become more complex in order to survive

this process is prevelant in humans with a MBTI type T rather than F

Monday, May 23, 2011

purpose and all that

need to define purpose, then align collaborators around this.. but what does this purpose thing mean and can you  define it at any moment in your life ? is it the apex of the entropy function. does defining it take you to the apex. does this have anythign to do with it. being relaxed with confusion. havign a purpose but being able to change it. how can you live in the moment if you have a fixed purpose? how can you change your purpose every moment?

however you work it cognitively, it fails.

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