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The biggest difference that can ever be made is always going to be another way of looking at the way things already are. What else is the future? You, the apparently yet-to-come, the rock that all this is built on. The End, great gift of meaning, that changes nothing but what can’t be changed. Who changes only that, only this, this donkey without stubbornness. In my heart I have seen your face but in the mirror only your ass. A beautiful beast it is, right down to the elegant rider. A wondrous flower, indeed so much better with thorns. Your signature in the fingerprints of every criminal, how absurd! Like a painting behind bulletproof glass! A peacock whose pigments are the ground up bodies of unharmed insects: carefully collected iridescent corpses.

All I want for my resistance
is that it become Absolute
Surrender to you

Then whatever I have given to the world is better than my choicest sperm flushed down its most technologically advanced toilet. A paper heart inside a bear-shaped biscuit. A tiny scroll possessed by a green-haired troll. Do not delay: Bliss shall not wait across the wastes of waste. Only waste is wasting away, thus only in joy is there any real hurry. Perhaps this is why laughter can come so quick? No other message crosses the abyss between synapses. In truth it is laughter lights your lightbulb. In reality only imagination tickles yer fancy. God is the tongue of a grey-haired cat. God squats in the mud wearing a pyramid hat. Every letter of their name is your number is up.

I am calling it

(Your silent call it then)

The way we call each other names is stupid even if the names aren’t stupid

Oi God! They are talking behind your back

It says — literally — you can’t be doing that, I will turn you inside out

A birthday cake made from headaches can at least be studded with candles of vision

Everything you see has gone beyond death

There is no difference between Immortality & Justice

If you don’t stop worrying about yourself I will give you someone else to worry about

Every invasion is divine

Do you know how hard it was to get disease just right?

Of course you do you have Eye in the Sky syndrome

Cloudy days are like cocoons to you

A warm moist place to worship

where butterflies fold themselves away

Loving you is torture

I wouldn’t have it any other way

like the speed of time

until I get it right

The way a book falls open