Vonnegut

rest peacefully man

see you soon

This Week

looks like its gonna go by in a blur

black hole

creating magic with words
magic - producing a result that was unexpected - the procedure of producing the result not known by an external observer
disconnected
a state of affairs that cannot be related to a origin

"how did he do it?"

natural wonders
those things that appear spontaneous or rare
- they can also be called magic

unknown regions and unexplored frontiers: all magical

romantic

the way her ass shakes and the seemingly uncontrollable reaction it prompts from the basic self of the male mammal

these days - dry and barren soil can represent itself as fertile
-- magic --

and the nutrient-dense seed has a overwhelming urge to fertilize anything and everything


i said "a vacuum"
my brother said "more like quicksand"

anything that pulls you in

a whirlpool
a promise
a hope for the fulfillment of a vague and incomplete notion of some future ideal


refinement rarely occurs here
instead of allowing irrational and unfounded notions to be met with their natural end
-- disappointment --
the youth is allowed to let their false notions grow

instead of seeing the brick wall they are headed toward - it has been decorated
painted with natural tones

LCD
backlight
'make it look like paradise with boundless potential'

and then the punchline
at the end of a long fruitless and ultimately aimless search for that heaven -
it turns out it was just a screen

people who are worn down look docile and weak
but under the surface they are in the midst of a frantic search

"how did i go so wrong?"
"why can't i reach it?"