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How ya doin, this is Chad. I reject your reality, and choose to substitute my own. Thank you very much.i just realized something. i've never really done anything. . . . this blog is for the dust, it has a few more entries to go and then we will move on to .. wordpress? adapt2? whats going on here ... 01/08/09dugga duh dugga duh dugga-dugga-deh-duhh dugga duh dugga duh dugga-dugga-deh-duhh dugga duh dugga duh dugga-dugga-deh-duhh dugga duh dugga duh dugga-dugga-deh-duhh daba doop deba deh daba doop a deba daba doop deba deh daba doop a deba ...
last words - 07:15 07/18/07 no one knows for sure what this world is for; where it has come from; or where it is going. based on this principal, i will keep my mouth shut. all change will go on inside of me. i think i've said enough already.
Friday, July 18, 2008Marble Measurements
We measured the speed
not by velocity but by the absence of movement amongst other anomolies stationary objects in focus with blur stating only the obvious: shifting shadows lights going off tracked how we spotted em Barely periphial and changing patterns known by their accomplices standing one by one behind each other telling time for the audience personal and intimate the display was applauded as it conformed to ISO 9666: a standard party trick doubled in intensity by the prism exponentially mirrored in holographic bouncing bits collected and reflected upon then navigated to the resting spot we took custody of the secrets left in plain sight then ran to count and added it was incredible math as we reverse engineered their wrath all the while stumbling and laughing because the method through which we gained access was by an unpublished exploit fresh to your mind but old in the circles we ran into i tell you, i split in two the hilarity was overwhelming and discredited any positivity in their control see you dont always need a compass to tell which way ya goes . . . So i was lost again the dog was dead and burried so i had to defend myself from these crossing winds six miles north i could smell the rotting scent of a lifestyle named something or other where you treated everyone as your brother no sleep but coughing fits stock traded by homeless real estate agents i could almost feel vagrant if it wasnt for this fire and memories of my mother no matter the parralax some things never changed so i lit my arrows and went out hunting might die in ignorance but never in self defense breaking the chain was my first offence and the absence of comfort, my only sins . . . and the absence of comfort, my only sins . . . See? Its right there in front of you! I would say as I kept walking And the ground breaking sialence kept me aware as in the background some random idiot was talking And his owned voice was mine [His voice was my own] Onward and stronger then every step became monument as I crept close to a home that was labeled anonymous The talking horse had passed and was burried to He said this road we walked Of course it was inevitable And lack of expansion until that moment was highly negligable Anything but illegible I'd never thought to hear such wisdom from a mammal with so many appendiges Quick before it diminishes Turn around and spin with it Dont sit with it Express the emminent unlimited |
So, uh, am I watching you,
or are you watching me? Is this a dream? Or are we on TV? I saw it in a mirror once, like it came to me, but I forgot, due to residual complacency.
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