she assumes too much
nine little sock monkeys knockin' upon my door. knockknockknocking on my chamber door. pleathermore?
nine little naughty sock monkeys. will come more? i sit i, in this brick house, all third little piggied up, safe be me. safe from silli monkies playing lobos... ah ha! Lobos? Upon my chamber door?
pleathermore!
when will the echos of her answers come? does each little button eyed wonder consider herself the only? wanderment, goes mi mynd.
and so i ig nore... pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeathermoooooooooooore.
... snore.
(later that same morning)
i had the best sleep i've had in so long.
pheeeew!
(whipes eye boogers from out his eyes)
a dream realization:
release can hurt. like pulling out a barbed thorn. it tears to remove it, but more so it releaves.
pull the arrow out! shouted the spiked haired buddha in her robes of sand. pull the arrow out!
lung cookies. my arrows be. i let the filth slid from me, and hach-ach! them out. big chunks of green slime. i am free. kiss me.
㊚ + ㊛ = ☿
∞ iTWiTiS
nine little naughty sock monkeys. will come more? i sit i, in this brick house, all third little piggied up, safe be me. safe from silli monkies playing lobos... ah ha! Lobos? Upon my chamber door?
pleathermore!
when will the echos of her answers come? does each little button eyed wonder consider herself the only? wanderment, goes mi mynd.
and so i ig nore... pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeathermoooooooooooore.
... snore.
(later that same morning)
i had the best sleep i've had in so long.
pheeeew!
(whipes eye boogers from out his eyes)
a dream realization:
release can hurt. like pulling out a barbed thorn. it tears to remove it, but more so it releaves.
pull the arrow out! shouted the spiked haired buddha in her robes of sand. pull the arrow out!
lung cookies. my arrows be. i let the filth slid from me, and hach-ach! them out. big chunks of green slime. i am free. kiss me.
㊚ + ㊛ = ☿
∞ iTWiTiS
posted by iTWiTiS | 11:22:00 AM
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"I look for truth and find that I get damned...
But what is truth?
Is truth unchanging law?
We both have truths-are mine the same as yours?"
i am on the road of truth
for truth is what i seek
i look at the worn earth
i see no road
so i see no truth
i see no truth
so i speak no truth
i speak no truth?
so what may is speak but the lie.
i be the most honest man you ever shall meet.
∞ KONSTANTiNE THE LiAR ∞
I came seeking a kindred, not pain. But the fountains behind my eyes, earthquakes under my skin, tell me I'm being consumed, without shelter. No one will draw me in.
-Phoenix
learn to draw within yourself. i am waiting for your responses. you are
taking this too personally. nothing is really personal, for who really knows
you? pause before you answer. and do not despair. it is the dying
that trully
knows the self. sigh. i'm in a cafe i've been wanting to come to
all day, and
now i wish i was somewhere else. i don't even know why i'm telling you this.
remember, i am not writing about you, i am just writing. playing with words.
answer my questions, each one by one. the anwers will come. don't try and
find the truth, just answer what you feel. sometimes diamonds come covered
in snot.
∞ ItmItIs
postscript,,, if you want more, give more.
8∞上☴☵☵☶☷下∞8
No one knows me; I'm the summation of all I've been before: unknown. bits and bobs leak out here and there, and then I get a glimpse of my true self, the one I've never seen.
of course no one knows you, dear phoen8x.
you will never be known completely, for that is godli work... infinite. turn the 8 on its side, and wonder. the first word was
O
then it was twisted and became
8
and all the ways were made way for one.
you will never be known, understand this and you will come to a new way of knowing. warning: the more you learn, the more you must realize, the more you realize, the wider your perspective, the wider your perspect the more minds you have access to, the more minds you have access to the more you might learn... and so it twists once more.
dearest phoenipixi, let your tear drops drip. collect them in a jar, and use these tears to make you boy a cake. encourage him to get good and stoned, and then serve him the cake while you read to him your hearts desires. if this does not get you the love you need, you need a new kind of love.
go there.
do not think you know the answers.
it will come, and you won't know what it is.
does it dispair because you do not know it? no. it is happy to be found.
something cannot be born without first the birth of a smile.
embrace it and let go.
~ the WiZ of iZ
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