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dkzk Paradoxymoronic Poyls of Wizzdumb / Vol. One
Photo of dkzk by by by Leah Powell, AKA Anna Funk
Everything is all there is.
Nothing is all there was,
and all that ever will be.
Everything is nothing
multiplied by zero.
My child is dead.
Lifelong grief.
Lifelong sorrow.
(Period).
Everything is everywhere.
Nothing is everywhere.
Oh,oh...lost his grip on duality.
(What a shame).
If everything was nothing, could
anything be real and eXist?
Of course not. Nonetheless.....
In the course of writing this,
I have lost several breaths
of my lifetime. Amazing, ain't it ?
Talk about transience. It makes us
mistake now for forever. And that
may well be true, as far as truth goes.
Everything can be anything and
most disturbingly, very disruptive
to our order of things.
Especially when bolstered by
eXpectation(s).
Don't tell me who you think
I am. In any event, I'd rather
not know for sure, (anyway).
"I coulda been a contender!"
but shit, I wound up being too
tender for the bloody job.
As a matter of fact, in the
space of eternity, do any
of our facts matter?
"Get a job, you dumb fuck".
But sir, I am a failure suffering
from Chronic Heart Failure.
You'd never get your monies
worth out of me.
I can bang these damn things
out forever. Assuming forever
were any kind of option.
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Everything is all there is.
Nothing is all there was,
and all that ever will be.
Everything is nothing
multiplied by zero.
My child is dead.
Lifelong grief.
Lifelong sorrow.
(Period).
Everything is everywhere.
Nothing is everywhere.
Oh,oh...lost his grip on duality.
(What a shame).
If everything was nothing, could
anything be real and eXist?
Of course not. Nonetheless.....
In the course of writing this,
I have lost several breaths
of my lifetime. Amazing, ain't it ?
Talk about transience. It makes us
mistake now for forever. And that
may well be true, as far as truth goes.
Everything can be anything and
most disturbingly, very disruptive
to our order of things.
Especially when bolstered by
eXpectation(s).
Don't tell me who you think
I am. In any event, I'd rather
not know for sure, (anyway).
"I coulda been a contender!"
but shit, I wound up being too
tender for the bloody job.
As a matter of fact, in the
space of eternity, do any
of our facts matter?
"Get a job, you dumb fuck".
But sir, I am a failure suffering
from Chronic Heart Failure.
You'd never get your monies
worth out of me.
I can bang these damn things
out forever. Assuming forever
were any kind of option.
2020dkzkpoom(s)pluspictographyHotChaCha
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