All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
glimpse
I'm a little messed up.
Don't know what's going on. My brain has taken all logical thought processes and decided to play 52-pick up with them. Nothing is linear. Tangled shreds of yarn are what I'm dealing with. Loop, double back, tighten, cut, knot, repeat.
Seeking kindred. His stars are only millions of pixels. My stars are stars only thousands of light years away. Does it matter?
It's apples and oranges yet fruit just the same.
No, it doesn't make sense. Not to you. It's not supposed to. My details wouldn't matter to you; you don't want to see through my magnifying glass because the whole picture is lost over the edges. I'll keep my lens to myself and you'll keep nodding dumbly, staring at the canvas, happily knowing nothing.
Sometimes I feel like I'm throwing feed to barnyard animals.
You're not even hungry, are you?
Don't know what's going on. My brain has taken all logical thought processes and decided to play 52-pick up with them. Nothing is linear. Tangled shreds of yarn are what I'm dealing with. Loop, double back, tighten, cut, knot, repeat.
Seeking kindred. His stars are only millions of pixels. My stars are stars only thousands of light years away. Does it matter?
It's apples and oranges yet fruit just the same.
No, it doesn't make sense. Not to you. It's not supposed to. My details wouldn't matter to you; you don't want to see through my magnifying glass because the whole picture is lost over the edges. I'll keep my lens to myself and you'll keep nodding dumbly, staring at the canvas, happily knowing nothing.
Sometimes I feel like I'm throwing feed to barnyard animals.
You're not even hungry, are you?
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