today is an unremarkable silent day
full of the dumbness of confused anxieties
what can be said,can be better seen
it is understandable therefore that theres very little feeling
of purpose or object, and love, tenderness, happiness etc
very little sense in things too, im forced to add
otherwise this will read like
a weeping space for woody allen
in the land of giraffes, (very neurotic gaffe)
the rational principles of existence have to be rethought
weve got to work more on the escape velocity
saw anand last night,very casually,I wanted to be involved,but was sincerely unable to
very blasé I was
a first proof,ive seen medusa with my eyes
there is a remedy,I know,there always is(he touched her with his feet,and she was beautiful again)
but if that does not happen,then
in the not too distant future
in one of my inescapable reincarnations as bodhisattva
I’ll be born a lemon
In a family of confectioners
If I don’t attend art of living,or some such casuist thing I’ll be condemned to horrible deaths of neglect and lovelessness
On rainy days
The leeches eat
The human meat
Is also prey
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