I just found this after completely forgetting about it for over a year.

I remember writing this in a period where i was completely giving up on life, and just spat this out in like 10 minutes.


Defect/Reflect 11-16-05


We are afraid of decease denying the disease is ourselves.
I know just enough to know that I know nothing at all but that I’m the seed conceived and confronted to blossom my heritage and to tangle extravagantly on the thread of nature.
I’m becoming and have become the part of the ventriloquist act where my anus is violated by assholes.
Thoughts are crawling around the clothed strings steering me to whichever way projected or improvised.
Precious souls are worthless; I do mind but always wind up mending with the mindless
There is no sense in being when you know that you don't know, we all know that.
Our senses tell us that the truth to being is unknown due to our senselessness
Is it view that determines?
Is it sound that determines?
Is it scent that determines?
Or is it the stinking ignorance and arrogance i hear when i look into the mirror of humanity.

Mirror, mirror on the wall......
You leave me perplexed by the inaction and this reflection will kill us all.

i kinda like it

I am deeply in lust with the act of developing questions. My favorite writers are often those who do exactly that. I aspire to it.

I really liked this follow-up to previous statements, particularly "Our senses tell us that the truth to being is unknown."

Powerful.

thanks man.

I'm just really happy that i found this (again).

I dig it. I haven't wrapped my mind around it yet, but I do like the style.