Monday, July 13, 2015
I throw stones, aspersions, mock, ridicule,
criticize, excoriate, because I don’t live in
a glass house and I embrace and cherish a
superior moral sense which justifies my love
and my condemnations. Dirty work but
enviable. Galore. “If only…” etc. I have a
calling for it. Vocation. Discernment.
I Can’t Handle the Truth.
I don’t have a leg to stand on.
Low Self Esteem
Authority Resistance Compulsion
Homeland Security Concerns
Nervous a lot if not all the time.
I could go on, but I can’t handle
the truth no doubt.
WAITING FOR Gödel
There’s a theorem outside and
beyond my box and bubble “like”
an immaculate conception: news
from beyond, unspotted by my
bias and belief, prejudice, and
conviction homeland security
Information is what it is: higher
power kickstarting a whole systemic
recalibration impotent & powerless
to proceed without this genius
generator generating a generation.
“Like,” I said. Not “is.” There’s a
difference. Any day now.