Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
two or more voices
offend aural dissonance
in sweet harmony
Kind of hard to tell
The genuine article
finally found it
the genuine article
Foaming Pleroma
for the closest shave ever
with Great Archon's straight razor
Nature's harmony
From the grill chamber
Song of the Abalone
Kelp forest rock screams
some barely conscious
of IRL surroundings
subsumed all day while
partaking of violent games
ingesting haughty delights
Open eyes receive
Open ears and minds absorb
Harvest stimuli
I met the new moon
Just the same as the old moon
Shadow creep display
In new moon dreaming
I harvest my conscious thoughts
Til sunrise bird song
Phrazez that Payzez
Anguished product of my own individuation.
Via Very Bad Wizards
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher
A Scroll Threw Life 