Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be A Hole In The Wall

Zwingle notwithstanding, I'm pretty urge-oriented theseaboutdays. Oh, pickle me a heaven tomorrow, mister sister, let's snark in the dark 2nite! The mushmashers and buzzaddicts can hamster til the Big Reboot, but ya won't find me tiddley-twaddling my everlasting gobstopper on Judgement Afternoon. "Focus!" is my battle cry each day as I assault the world with my petty needs and desires. Carefully trained in Strategic Denial I am! Ahhhhh...yi! Grrr...YAH! Observe how each motion I make exactly fills the space it encompasses. In time, you will understand how the subatomic structure manifesting before you now as this is completely unavoidable, but can be altered to suit one's preferences. Until then, the mad sufferings of the physical form will assail you in the usual fashion, strategic denial aside, your body will decay. But let's not dwell on inevitable remorse, but rather celebrate in this glorious moment wherein we can fully express our nimble neurons playing.

What's worth forgetting
Is ourselves letting
Our hellbent tendencies take hold
It's unrelenting
There's no preventing
All things when dreams take control

With each sun setting
Desire and regretting
Let's just say all bets are on hold
We're always testing
The last worst we're besting
So let the games unfold

There just no suppressing
The lesson we're wresting
From when believe what we're told
There's no second guessing
When the truth is undressing
It never needs to be sold


A fly bit the bare pate of a bald man, who in endeavouring to crush it gave himself a hard slap. Then said the fly jeeringly, “You wanted to revenge the sting of a tiny insect with death; what will you do to yourself, who have added insult to injury?”
- Phaedrus