These are soap nuts. No joke."No, not a place of neutrality, but of forced disarmament."
I will not call them anything else but brothers, because that is what they are when one of these elements is removed; broken down; dissolved in this place of.
I woke up this morning and thought about what giant broccoli would look like. I thought of hooks and harpoons. And that giant broccoli. I thought about going for a run. I thought about taking a shower. I thought about showers. And that giant broccoli again with hooks and dark green tongues sticking out of its neck. I thought about the backs of necks.
I am always about two or three proddings away from acting like a damn fool, with the exception of when I am acting like a damn fool.
Don't tempt me.
Soapnutsinthewash
The answer to this is books. Yes yes, I'll take two and call you in the morning. Don't know which yet. Might need to drink something to keep 'em down.
What right do you have? None. No relation; no right. Not enough of a right.
But what's my right? Hey, I paid for that--I've got a right to eat it. Hey, I grew that--I've got even more of a right to eat it. But are you pointing at that broccoli? Or that cat? You haven't gotten your fingers nearly deep enough in the soil to have a right to that. And maybe you won't. And maybe you can't. And probably both.
I have some words I don't have a right to say. They are all greed. But I might have to say them someday.
Because a fine chap said to me one day
you may or may not have a "right" to anything, but dammit if ya like it hold onto it.
and fuck. I believed it. And fuck. I still do.
I will not call them anything else but brothers, because that is what they are when one of these elements is removed; broken down; dissolved in this place of.
I woke up this morning and thought about what giant broccoli would look like. I thought of hooks and harpoons. And that giant broccoli. I thought about going for a run. I thought about taking a shower. I thought about showers. And that giant broccoli again with hooks and dark green tongues sticking out of its neck. I thought about the backs of necks.
I am always about two or three proddings away from acting like a damn fool, with the exception of when I am acting like a damn fool.
Don't tempt me.
Soapnutsinthewash
The answer to this is books. Yes yes, I'll take two and call you in the morning. Don't know which yet. Might need to drink something to keep 'em down.
What right do you have? None. No relation; no right. Not enough of a right.
But what's my right? Hey, I paid for that--I've got a right to eat it. Hey, I grew that--I've got even more of a right to eat it. But are you pointing at that broccoli? Or that cat? You haven't gotten your fingers nearly deep enough in the soil to have a right to that. And maybe you won't. And maybe you can't. And probably both.
I have some words I don't have a right to say. They are all greed. But I might have to say them someday.
Because a fine chap said to me one day
you may or may not have a "right" to anything, but dammit if ya like it hold onto it.
and fuck. I believed it. And fuck. I still do.
Nautiloons, shit, I forgot to make friends with you in real life before the quarter was over. I love this post, and when I'm not all strung-out on artificial life news at 2 a.m. I'll read more. I think you just inspired me to start blogging again... even though I sorta went out like poof, and coming back outside the context of parasites... is that possible?
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