Fake. All fake. Even when real, your real is fake to me. Your understanding is at most a misunderstanding. Your knowledge is ignorance at best.
posted by Jason at 2:12 AM

When I leave. I never come back.
posted by Jason at 2:07 AM

You can't understand me. Don't try. Even if you have it all figured out, you'll never know me. I'm not like you. So don't think that just because that's what you would do, I would do the same. You'll always be wrong. Always.
posted by Jason at 2:01 AM

Well God's with me, yeah.... but you know.
posted by Jason at 1:21 AM

I'm alone. That's all I can look forward to.
posted by Jason at 1:21 AM

When do words have meaning? Are they the net that catches the fish? Or the lizard's tail that distracts the bird. I think that is what many people see. Through a keyhole, and all of a sudden the world is before them. But wait there's more. Seeing is believing and yet even when seeing we do not believe. Perhaps we look for things we see, and forget the things we don't see. Like looking for lost keys. Everywhere you look it's gone, but there, it is. Can't you see that we can't see. Listen to what you cannot hear. Maybe you'll hear something worth listening to. But alas we like to watch the squirming tail and pride ourselves at the catch, while the truth runs away to make itself whole again from the slaughtering. Or swims away while we marvel at the cleverness of our own design.
posted by Jason at 4:37 PM

If you are looking for something, you are looking in the wrong place. Try bending down and looking up your donkey.
posted by Jason at 6:35 PM