11.11.11 (one by one)

They fall like rain into the ocean. Stirred by the oars of drunken sailors, who swill their sorrows in the conscience of the men in charge

Quantum Amounts of Faith

Mind over matter. Mind not of matter but of the self, I think therefore I cannot pin point an electron. Beauty in the form of an equation I don’t understand. I believe what I am told, from the Krauss, Cox generation of marvelling at the wonder, the story, but when I don’t understand the maths I need faith. I scratch my balls, electrons realign and an order of difference is maintained. Faith in science is where I am at. I used to lie awake at night asking the question, you know, the question, how is there anything? Deflating inflation, rewinding the expansion and pausing on the moment before, Boom. A ball of massive mass floats in front of me. From the darkness an evolution of misunderstood gods step into the light, waving to me like old men sellers in a Marakeshian souk. I politely refuse and leave with nothing. I would think conspiracist thoughts of parts of the brain being deliberately turned off, by..? The parts which deal with the enormous and the quantum. Inbuilt brick walls of incomprehension. One night (21/02/2011), asking the question, the origin, the ball of mass floating, spinning behind my closed eyes, I thought ‘wouldn’t nothing be as strange as something’ and I felt better. My god is me. I exist, I think, therefore you can find me, mathless, skimming over the surface of a lake painted by smiling men of science who exist in a box I bought and plugged in.


Flags, separate, crossing your bit you’re a bit like that bombs damage the ground and relations moving rocks, rocket propelled, caterpillar tracks leaving eaten, leaves, autumnal the bit at the end when the trees are bare not yet winter on the boundary between looking at each side the flags are similar invisible line one side yours one side mine.

the same stuff

I’m made of the same stuff as everything Better than everything though, thought through… similarity. But I am different. Tough. Cleverer. Better, yes better. Believe or ignore, believe and ignore. Made of the same stuff as celebrities and stars*. Those trees and things in the sea were dangerous anyway. Carefree, free to care, I don’t.


speeds of need needing the dough $$$$ of needless eyes simply sonic my mind’s guise discreet from me who am I then

i am human

I am embarrassed but I Just Do It because because Neurons, Tick because I’m everything I can and can’t be

I am Human because they Just Do It, I feel inclined, because from my recliner I am a dictatorship to my surroundings, Electric aren’t we because of everything?


‘ten to the dozen’ he said with his hand on his heart but with his sword smartly hidden behind his back he knew things were safe for when the rains came again

the be·gin·ning of the end

the point of time or space at which anything begins the last part or extremity, lengthwise an act or circumstance of entering upon an action or state the furthermost imaginable place or point the initial stage or part of anything termination of existence origin conclusion extremity source