heather


Children bring hope and despair, embrace and revulsion.
Every person is thousands of variations of themselves we’ll never have time to derive.
One of the essential differences we wore in our world, was the way we attached to change.
I Pour hours into individuals she shuns,
to defuse the future damage they would surely become.
I once typed : What was yet to manifest and the machine, for no reason, the machine chimed
‘nothing’.
Longer thinking (and shorter too) concentrated on kids, the coming generations would solve what we’re afraid to.
Here today, come and gone tomorrow, one little car crash or nuclear bomb. But this didn’t affect the level we need children. Not the paternal pattern, but the unseen magical domain; children are more powerful than we acknowledge, they’re ‘un-evolved’ cells speaking to their elders and telling them the whims our spirit winds select. I told Max I saw this video about death; haw. How cells commit careful acts of euphemism\killing euthanasia. They are the quantum biological equivalent of particles we’re wan to admit, are more complex than we are; i.e. they are on our scheme of complexity. The part he didn’t understand consciously was how the street musician who was lying drunk in the fucking gutter he exhibited, was going overboard unto the occasion he understood. Simple to creosote, hard to strip into its reality. He answered what he asked, and wanted to understand—get it? He waned to what she offered, and flipped poles. It’s as natural as seasons’ antsy, feeling chill or warmth in the airs. But the essential problem is always love, even when it’s hate. Men cairn their thoughts looking at women, who project their thoughts into perfection, without a nasty hangover, or emotional backlash? We have no idea why events occur, being quick to judge their outcomes, and apparent deceits with a painfully-limited understanding.

[excerpt from The Mammalian Snafu]