dancing on crete
contamination seeps through soil into the delaware river near the campbell soup factory
the water between them skinny dipped by virgin mary and jesus
every current and pressure differential
every nervous axon discharge
dreams are huge wastes of time
hope is a lie to cloud our judgement from the inevitable
oh what a happy day
a happy notion
i must say
"here i am lord
it is I lord
I have heard you calling in the night"
I always thought god sounded like a child predator in that song
i dont mean that
dreams and hope are all a person is
but what is a person really
probably not the ultimate form
not like a giant telepathic frog or turtle
a moon sized turtle just floating through space
can it carry a parasite between solar systems
how would it get parasites
where does biology exist within nihilistic oblivion
what cruel tease is love and comedy
if you try and help as much as you can but still fuck kids at jeffrey epsteins house
in enough time we will all be drinking the recycled water from our own sewage
we will all be validated and loved eternal
we will all be dead
and i said to him, after enough time the rocks start crying and cursing, moving on their own
"here i am lord, it is i lord, i have heard you calling in the night"
to the first bubbling up of the substance of the rock. right in the beginning, before the whole thing is moving, just the first few blurry breaths of the motherfucker
consciousness is the response to time with nothing to do
i love you because im bored