Smart is not what he thinks.
Smart isn't facts.
It's not math.
It's not memory.
Smart is knowing why.
Smart is separation.
Smart is detached.
Smart is the observer.
Science explains.
What,
Which.
If we know why,
And if we know how,
How can it be beautiful.
Beauty is in the mystery,
In the uniqueness.
If I know how,
It's not singular.
It's not beautiful.
Science ruins beauty.
In spring, the earth turns over,
The life pushes up,
And spits into the air,
And the air is wet.
The spring, with electric air,
With springy new life,
Weak life,
Air laden, layered,
With spring mist.
In summer, the sun gives,
And it gives and it gives,
And it gives,
And the air is hot.
The summer, with red air,
Air that sucks,
Because heat makes for heat.
Air, empty with heat,
But equally saturated.
In fall, the earth tires,
And life is crushed,
And rots,
And the air is dead.
The fall, with acrid air,
With death surrounding,
Weak life,
Air laden, layered,
Festering.
But in winter,
O in winter.
Errant life is dead.
Seven days,
In a room.
Seven days,
In that tomb.
Seven days,
Such a strain.
In the garden
Of my brain.
Six days,
Eras, years.
Six days,
Gone from peers.
Six days,
Mind clogging.
Fists unclenching,
Sight fogging.
Five days,
Back crumpling.
Five days,
Mouth mumbling.
Five days,
Teeth yellow.
In floats a sound,
A cello.
Four days,
Sound thund'ring.
Four days,
Slow, blund'ring.
Four days,
Starts to slow.
Down to nothing,
No soft glow.
No clue.
Three days,
Three days.
Sinking daze,
Sinking daze.
If it's not here,
I don't know where.
The longer I sit,
The more I err.
Two days,
Light sinking.
Two days,
It's funny when you talk.
Funny how,
How you think I listen.
Funny how,
How you think it's new.
It's not.
Nope,
It's not.
Indeed,
It
Is not.
So.
Stop talking.
I'm not listening;
No one is.
But neither are you.
Funny.
A circle is a perfect thing
It is infinite
Never stopping
Never changing.
A circle has no sides
Or infinite sides
Indefinable
Undeniable.
A circle is always the same
But never the same
I can't measure it
Or understand it.
A circle is just a circle
But it's wonderful
The culmination
of human thought.
I'm not a circle
Of course I'm not
But that's been said
And that's been done.
So in all truth
Circles are irrelevant
As a comparative thing
Men are circles
In that they aren't
And what the hell does that mean?
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak and tired
And the feeble minded
And the ones whose lives are spent, and
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the ones who need it
And who they who it desires
And the ones who really need it,
Juice
Juice
Juice
Juice
Juice.
Smart is not what he thinks.
Smart isn't facts.
It's not math.
It's not memory.
Smart is knowing why.
Smart is separation.
Smart is detached.
Smart is the observer.
Science explains.
What,
Which.
If we know why,
And if we know how,
How can it be beautiful.
Beauty is in the mystery,
In the uniqueness.
If I know how,
It's not singular.
It's not beautiful.
Science ruins beauty.
In spring, the earth turns over,
The life pushes up,
And spits into the air,
And the air is wet.
The spring, with electric air,
With springy new life,
Weak life,
Air laden, layered,
With spring mist.
In summer, the sun gives,
And it gives and it gives,
And it gives,
And the air is hot.
The summer, with red air,
Air that sucks,
Because heat makes for heat.
Air, empty with heat,
But equally saturated.
In fall, the earth tires,
And life is crushed,
And rots,
And the air is dead.
The fall, with acrid air,
With death surrounding,
Weak life,
Air laden, layered,
Festering.
But in winter,
O in winter.
Errant life is dead.
Seven days,
In a room.
Seven days,
In that tomb.
Seven days,
Such a strain.
In the garden
Of my brain.
Six days,
Eras, years.
Six days,
Gone from peers.
Six days,
Mind clogging.
Fists unclenching,
Sight fogging.
Five days,
Back crumpling.
Five days,
Mouth mumbling.
Five days,
Teeth yellow.
In floats a sound,
A cello.
Four days,
Sound thund'ring.
Four days,
Slow, blund'ring.
Four days,
Starts to slow.
Down to nothing,
No soft glow.
No clue.
Three days,
Three days.
Sinking daze,
Sinking daze.
If it's not here,
I don't know where.
The longer I sit,
The more I err.
Two days,
Light sinking.
Two days,
It's funny when you talk.
Funny how,
How you think I listen.
Funny how,
How you think it's new.
It's not.
Nope,
It's not.
Indeed,
It
Is not.
So.
Stop talking.
I'm not listening;
No one is.
But neither are you.
Funny.
A circle is a perfect thing
It is infinite
Never stopping
Never changing.
A circle has no sides
Or infinite sides
Indefinable
Undeniable.
A circle is always the same
But never the same
I can't measure it
Or understand it.
A circle is just a circle
But it's wonderful
The culmination
of human thought.
I'm not a circle
Of course I'm not
But that's been said
And that's been done.
So in all truth
Circles are irrelevant
As a comparative thing
Men are circles
In that they aren't
And what the hell does that mean?
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak and tired
And the feeble minded
And the ones whose lives are spent, and
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the weak!
Juice for the ones who need it
And who they who it desires
And the ones who really need it,
Juice
Juice
Juice
Juice
Juice.
Patience is key
As I've been told
But I don't want to keep waiting
I'm yours
But you're held back
You keep retreating
I'll wait
I'll promise
But I'll sigh
And frown
And I don't know how happy I'll be
In the ensuing hours
Or days
Or months
And my patience won't last years
Patience is key
But so are actions.
ahaha... my status thing told me I watched you recently... but I didn't remember it was you... and I was like wtf did I watch this person in my sleep or something? I dont' remember this person. then I remembered it was you :3 you totally didn't need to know that.