Category: Writting

I once saw a man who looked like a king. Then I realized that kings are always lonely. So that’s why there aren’t any kings. That’s why now nothing can be simple. Perhaps It was never simple. Perhaps the water of a lake is never still and it always rains. Maybe now everyone is happy enough to make their lives as sad as possible, because that is their real purpose. To undue the other side, no matter what the other is. 

AND THIS IS WHAT THE KING SAID ONCE HE HAD LOST ALL HIS HOPE OF HIS PEOPLE. HE HAD CLOSED HIS HEART SO MUCH THAT EVEN WHEN HE TRIED TO UNDERSTAND, IT WAS ALWAYS WRONG.

Then a bird that sang. It made one understand ” I take all my troubles with a smile.” When the song ended the king understood that he too would end, he too would only disappear into a-history. He smiled and dance with his heart until he understood that you have to keep dancing.

I like carrot cake it’s like someone spoke in a monotone voice something so exciting and beautiful that apathy was the only thing that came thru. The kingdom was lost.
About a month later all apathy vanishes and what was once said was heard. That “OOOH, that’s what was ment,” appears.
EXCUSE ME CAN YOU SPEAK IN A PLAIN LANGUAGE, ENOUGH OF THE EXACTING LANGUAGE PLEASE, GENERALIZE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
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people can write the most beautiful things. But when you read them with apathy the only thing you get is apathy. All the sincerity is lost from the words. But beauty persist even if it is ignored.

I once heard that on earth there is a sound that makes the angels weep. Its made by a shrimp like creature that has never been seen and never been heard. Strangely though it is the first complex creature that was created in the early oceans when the earth began. It has survived generation after generation by hiding in the deepest and loneliest place in the oceans.
There it stretches its two tiny antenna and closes them enough to form a space where all that has been on earth is sung in the absence of sound, what I mean is…. the song is not sound but made of space and time. The angels weep because they understand life with that song, a jouyous weep.

It is also said that one day the ocean learned the song, it told the rivers that told the wind. The wind was so moved that it made the clouds and told everybody. The unfortunate thing is that the ocean made the mistake of singing with matter,space,and time. Instead of just Space and Time, so the wonder and the beauty and complexity remain, but not the original.

Tea, Cookies and a notebook from a prestigious university.  Be carefull not to disorganize yourself enough to see that a banana smushed doesn’t always mean Banana Bread. Burn yourself on fresh baked bread and enjoy the fact that heating an apartment means cooking things. Piety smushed itself as the fact that things are forgotten is acknowledged.

There is a box of screws that sits in a corner and talks to the air.  Like all friendly things they speak to each other of things to build.  But all they could realistically come up with was rust. The air can’t build any lasting things. But no one can really build that except the universe and that’s still to be determined. 

But there is a something that can never be broken.  It is the fact that all the things that have ever been  are recorded in the web of space and time. Space and time is attached with the things that have never been. Once the ripple created from existence vanishes it goes into the universe that has never been and is replaced by something that was also once forgotten.

I heard that the air and the nails caught hold of this and decided to build a castle , a boat, a shoe, a tree, even a machine that makes people good. Once they had finished they settled in a beach house in Miami and drank Pina Coladas till the sun came up.

I am happy that everything I try to explain and state as something that is fact is only sometimes right. Well, less than sometimes, rarely I would say. If I would count how many times the universe had won, maybe the universe would have pity on me and let me win just once. I just wait and say silly wrong things. Exactly about one year and ten days ago I said that the universe would never surprise me…

but it did ten days later.

I even heard that the universe decided to change the past so that cause and effect would then cancel the consequences of other events so that SHE appeared. The mighty Sasquatch from the universe where the undead cabbage patch dolls sing the song of the absurd where all the mountains sway and shrink in its spell. The Sasquatch that sang and broke her own universe by hearing a bird of this universe in her dream. This leads me to suspect that the universe had something to do with it. The Sasquatch was then born in Floyd, Virginia.

The consequences that were canceled with the arrival of the Sasquatch,was a total nuclear war and an asteroid demolishing the earth. It may not sound real but terrible things are avoided all the time by the creation of things in the past. Today a roach hatched from its egg and that saved all of Nevada.

BLESSED IS THE UNIVERSE

Red orange leaves, lie on the ground as I walk and for some reason the cloudy day was the only thing that didn’t understand so it rained. Everyone thanked the sky at the same time by wiping the rain off themselves.