Tuesday, March 22, 2022

i have an inquiry: Will life become perfect?

 

grumbling tears, big bag of tobacco, too much smoking. looking ghostly, fretting interior, more northern than southern, with roots in Louisiana. made it mental, too hard to become rich, with cache in heaven—the New Jerusalem; beats bleeding, billiards begging—the goddamn question: Will life become perfect? a true to leftist junior, implored for rightness, turned into conscienceness. such a hypocrite—as made to live it—some neat staircase: ravished early, exposed to elements, watching mechanics in an abandoned house. decorated by trials, a safe in Mississippi, a river filled with slaughter, cursed/blessed—with an inheritance; a long genealogy, a bundled continuity, a metaphysic slant: mother walked in, granny was watching, father visits in dreams; concrete roses, sky nemesias, walls made of jamesias. rooms with psychs scribbling in paint, probing impressions, images planted—many deeper realities, sourced compartments, believing in perfection—maybe earth gods, some component, playing cellos and violins and piccolos—the mind in its gut, swimming in terrors, popped one to get there.

 

escape is a funny word: imagine what it implies: it sings to something expected: if to receive too much, of a given reality, one would go crazy. (a strong assertion.)

 

mind-port, skipping across pictures, so hypnotized.

 

Will life become perfect?

 

it’s possible, maybe true, chasing something right here—looking for expected properties, certain modalities, crushing hash, a light giggle at self, seeing the major addiction.

 

the question implies an answer—a yes or no answer, the question is fraught with error, expectation, a childlike nature. either its perfect, or imperfect, as determined, or sourced at its base—with respects to an energetic spectrum and force. (a strong assertion.)

 

it’s perception, the existential Sisyphus—to imply something is cruel—concerning the cycle—harvest sharing crops with weeds.

 

some fantastic evilness, some Artifice, something seeming two dimensional, in one Force.  

 

the mirror shows mimicry, ambivalence, and imperfect excellence. (a strong assertion—with perfection creeping along the surface.)

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