"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

In one hundred and twenty trillion years not only will none of this matter much only if the last star turns into dust not a single light bulb, no people left everyone long gone, everything now dark how cold the universe without a word understood by a species of beings not just human but animal as well decidedly stupid and ignorant readers of threads and reels, of videos entertainment was their education decidedly ignorant and stupid answers not forthcoming end in the void not disintegrated in hot lava deep inside a hungry ghost volcano twins disappear but now nobody cares wedged between now and deep time, the darkness empties in reverse through connective joints nothing ever really mattered but war tribute to Caesar, ideology yes, the fabric of false dichotomies time becomes still within silence, dark hype rifle through memories to remember insanity runs in my family left to my own devices, I would drown left with a sense of duty, I recall instruction in hope ...

Long ago, over fourteen billion years on another planet, just like the Earth not overpopulated by humans given the opportunity, I left and came to, what was then, the Sahara given the verdant beauty at the time old and gray, I wrote a book, a fiction only no one knew how to interpret visions I saw of four men, whom I knew empty-headed followers of a man riddles profound, they wrote four chronicles four narratives of uncertain events over the centuries, millenia under scrutiny, four stories became real, not true, but an honest depiction terror of the foreign, one man, I wrote entered the vernacular of worship entered the deification of man no more a man than a flesh and blood god bones broken to make him vulnerable in each account, stories differed widely left to the imagination, to faith little were the events questioned, believed in the context of magical thinking onion skins used as parchment, or vellum not to harm another animal, words yes, important to tho...

In the order of paper, scissors, rock If ever I could never get angry never get upset with people or things things happen, no need to lose my cool, but how easily we fail, things go awry everything always just like this, people obey the law, until to do so brings reason into conflict with needs, I cut diagonal to avoid oncoming exiting traffic, look both ways, sheeple runners are better off when drivers look only if their phones were aware, could sense fortune about to change, rewrite the book perhaps people are inherently dense answer questions, solve problems, outgoing personal letters, what does this imply ergo sum, Cartesian coordinates rational points, geometric system silly kids play games, paper, scissors, rock create a win-or-lose contest, three fates inform and decide playful destiny sabotage the ego, spit out some phlegm suck it up, anger swells, I feel a shock orbits my gravity, painful, my face rocks back, from a lack of sincerity such is my luck on...