Poet Introduction I experiment with and without form. I try to let the idea write itself. I self-published an e-book for kindle titled "The Absence of Definite Causality." I have since self-published two new ebooks: "Unbeincredibleievable," and &q
Every time I read an argument against any free will at all I close the book and chant to myself, "I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing" while dancing in my own, private conga line. Then I imagine a shark swimming upwards from the depths aiming straight at an unsuspecting seal, opening its mouth thinking "I don't understand what's happening to me!"
I can autops-see Your guts Your backbone Your heart and insides. I can dig deeper into you Than you can. You can lie But you cannot hide The truth of the lines That are carved into your face Like the canyons carved by The winds of your exhaling soul.
Evolution in the it quadrant An organism afraid of scarcity, of the need to eat itself, spasticated wildly, and broke through its egg, then struggled out into the ocean, feeling the triumph of novelty, of innovation. An organism, afraid to be eaten, grew fins and swam more quickly than the mouths chasing it, and its mouth swam faster than the gesticulations of the jelly-bodies it wanted to eat. An organism jumped out of the water and glided on its long-wide-thin fins because the mouths in the water had grown large and fast and sharp-toothed. An organism waddled onto...
I can take a joke If you can take reality in reply. I can laugh at myself for being wrong If you can admit when I am right. It is easy to hide behind a joke, But "truth be told in jest," And I admire the role of satire In pointing out the worst and best But when its context has faded And the honest purpose was never stated You cannot blame the audience For thinking its claims intended.