Ivan

Swat Slap ____

Hemingway

Hemingway talked about something like death in the morning. When it comes, I would say that is the joyous period. As the day progresses, thoughts accrue and they slowly erode the progress of before. so: Death in the morning; so clear.

X,Y,Z

so you say X, I say Y, therefore Z;
if X and Y never meet, Z covers the spectrum;
if X and Y don't meet, Z resides in the spectrum;
if X and Y equate, Z comes down to essentially nothing.

whats the spread, then, now?
and what ought it be?
so you say X, I say Y, therefore Z.

golden days

holding to the golden standard;
raking into account "the practical"
as if it were objective, essential,
existent on its own.

predeterminations are the killer of our golden days.

mended

i lament lost relationships;
i wonder what could be if they were mended.

Punctuation in Reality (I am just too busy to hear the start)

Wine,
horizon,
shooting colored light;

I,
dazzled and amazed,
watch the spectacle;
it disappears into the abyss below,
from where I am standing, on high:
cliff, distance, blackness.

One thought can run for miles;
I can try to chase it (I think) ,
will I win (I think) ? (abbreviated)

I might run anyway (I think), it looks like fun (I think).

Gulp..(Wine)

Attached, stifled breath, bag, rocks, light….
Dragged across the rocky terrain, left for dead.

Face: sunburned, bearded fellow, seeing through
fateful prisms; staggering, wandering, no direction.

Heartbeat ( … … … … ), are you there?
Motorcycle, diner, “may I help you?”

Distortions, blended, stirred, sedimented… in→to mind;
how to move convention to institution;
flex the mind from the natural to the theoretical attitude?

Anomalies abound, I lose the upper hand (I think).

information ----> ______

information ----> ______
what is it about anomalies that attract information?
we burn a hole in our minds trying to answer questions;
it's a biological tick.