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my mind my love my time my life the bloom. my past my past back to the future back to the future
questions stacked like cities each dissertation, an abandoned station… - you were right about the stars
each one is a setting sun
questions stacked like cities
each dissertation, an abandoned station on the way to some phrase
-like lines in plays,
free from the logical flaws of probable cause
so we might reach down like claws into bedrock.
-but even the most solid base
is floating in space.

How’s that for epistemology?
this subtle eulogy, will stick to you
for a minute or two
before you’re musing on some other stress
well, you’re a sinner at best
but more likely a thinker and
there’s nothing microcosmic about that.

All the day, I’ve been toying with the idea
of enjoying this schema;
opening a bottle of friends to fill with Hawkeye.
We’ll talk all night about horoscopes
and abhor the croaks in charge of life
laying out our morning suit and
verbal commute.

But here’s the punchline:
When the Atari grants your wishes,
it’s only time you’ll ask for.
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subterfuges From: subterfuges Date: July 28th, 2005 05:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
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paulizzlefoshiz From: paulizzlefoshiz Date: July 28th, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
I dig this song. It's strange, but in a good way
mcjenzington From: mcjenzington Date: July 29th, 2005 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Kind of feels like it ought to be rapped...
moshmont From: moshmont Date: July 29th, 2005 06:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, it's sorta slammy.

At first I thought you said raped. I was like that's awful... and nonsensical.
maozewhitehead From: maozewhitehead Date: July 29th, 2005 08:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Anything that uses the word epistemology is fine by me.
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