Sunday, November 05, 2006
shock meself, with sudden flashes with irritation, and near lashing out to certain innocents.
I am not kind, hardly patient, and rather short-tempered. but these all inside, my dear. all hidden from view, not displayed, so you passing the gritty shop-window don't have no clue.
godot. its not half-bad. it makes perfect sense to me, as it enlightened about the mere insignificance of beings, and the foolish, derisory, subliminal efforts by humans to seek significance in everything. (think creating the family structure, my bloggin of what i ate yesterday etc.) but u, me can't beat the cycle.
there's a greater being somewhere.
and it isn't us.
I am not kind, hardly patient, and rather short-tempered. but these all inside, my dear. all hidden from view, not displayed, so you passing the gritty shop-window don't have no clue.
godot. its not half-bad. it makes perfect sense to me, as it enlightened about the mere insignificance of beings, and the foolish, derisory, subliminal efforts by humans to seek significance in everything. (think creating the family structure, my bloggin of what i ate yesterday etc.) but u, me can't beat the cycle.
there's a greater being somewhere.
and it isn't us.
the dog wags its tail
the cat snarls and the rats twitch
former-apes (just) make noise
damn the haiku's spoilt.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 8:55 PM.
