...quick question:
anyone know exactly how many hours being awake straight-thru before one is clinically insane and can no longer be held accountable for ones own actions?

{like you joggers who run around, and round...}

there's this point i seek and its just out of reach
like the horizon it moves further away
but something tells me im somehow closer
that the end may be near
but The End, that final curtain call
no vision makes it clear
that may be the only end at all

{"mind warp..." "-infinity!"}
...as if in some vain attempt to erase the sky
threads of stratus clouds stretch towards the east
and the low mumbling wind starts a conversation with the trees
the sun retraces the stumbling-drunk footsteps of the moon
letting all who care to know or vaguely wonder
in matters of light and good manners
it is god and exerts its rule...
but for all its burning fierce vain--glory
it has not a strand of light thats conscience
does not know, cannot feel
does what it does and thats all that there is
...but the moon has its moods
and gets drunk all the time
with the faint glow of Big Brother bounced off in reflection
that wild, cantankerous moon, once drunk, will rebel against your standards
and hanging low in the late-day sky, smile in quite bemusement...as he has today...
and the great owl who hears his laughter
awakens too early from his own deep slumber
howling disapproval for the misleading humour and goes back under
that sleep which is desperately attempting to annex the world
...and late it the summer those clouds disappear
over horizons that never grow near...
on its bank sits the old man we know of as Time
...just as immortal/immoral as fate is blind...
that bitch of a wife of his who talks in her sleep...
hes running away but she stallks him like me
i just want to talk with him, ask what It means...

...are we some experiment in an 8th grade science fair 3rd prize?
or are they true, all those creationist theories?
god, or is it George?, did it all with a purpose in mind
if he didnt want me to question it than he shouldnt've put one in mine
this instant we concieve of as all that the is
this world in even our universe not much more than a blip
could be nothing more than a fart of some other exsistence
always get stuck in this line of thinking
on what defies my reasoning
that damnable but wonderful thing
we given the name of infinity

...but so what?
would understanding be gotten from seeing it there
if knowing doesnt bring reason; and who fuckin' cares!?
look with those portals to the world that you know
even if its just in yer head or a late-night cable-access show
its here and its beautiful and you must somehow try to live in it
worry about the other things if you survive yer own death...

{quote for the week}

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that ... I believe in what I do, and Ill say it.
Author: John Lennon

never thought much of zambize

claw away at these straps of leather
sneak out to the night
never a thought or care for the weather
how you live is your right

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dont need it now but now more than ever
for having a thing makes not needing it better

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demanding to know the forecast from a very stubborn wall
all told/ its not better/ said we'd be better off
taste murder in the back of my throat
for this need to love a girl
there's some hidden scar like a vegas marquee
1 time only and history, try to be original-try sticking around