no reason

there's very little point in this
this is a corpse reanimated with a rudimentary electrical charge,
a vague impersonation of consciousness
possessing no intelligence or imagination,
its only interaction a random series of convulsions.  
no  meaning
no reason.  
cramped syllables, a long-winded stutter.  

who knows what thoughts have been lost in such miscommunications.  
maybe all the answers to all the important questions have already been discovered,
we just couldn't understand them...
or maybe the prophet was a mute.  

thoughts are an echo and there's truth in silence...
the deeper mind has already worked it all out, but we're too loud to sense it.  

Diamonds are far more valuable than coal, but only coal serves an actual purpose.  
My point is we should wear coal and burn diamonds.  We should drive planes and fly cars.  
We should  push babies into women to get them pregnant.  
We should all get jobs first and then go to college when we're old,
that way we'll remember what we've learned before we die.  
We should only know the meaning of what we do after we've done it.  
(we already do this)  

There's only one way out, and it's in.  
I cum before I fuck and leave before I cum,
and the whole thing never happened because I was never
there in the first place,
and I'm hoping to one day to be given my virginity by the woman of my dreams.  

I forget the last time I remembered.  
I read this before I wrote it and the universe is rendered flat.