0- The womb.
In the third week vision becomes clear...
“I refute it thus.”
Ah, Dr. J, so much for the esoteric...
I will not yearn for yesterday
Nor mortgage my today's for tomorrow...
There is nothing death
loves better than the teeming...
Life is a great opportunity,
With many wonderful things...
a nightclub party,
boys and girls are in sex mood...
We promised to
meet, a pact made...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
Skipping about, surfing the synapse, sparking...
Fanciful thoughts, philosophical thoughts...
Stars and a baseball field.
I wanted the cigarette to last forever, but like...
Sitting slowly like droplets on a dirty window
Almost half there of losing it all my memory, now...
You came here without a path
your role is to forge one...