The greatest poet hardly knows pettiness or triviality. If he breathes into anything that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer...he is individual...he is complete in himself....the others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not.
The others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not.
He wears a conical hat and stands in the corner of his time out hoping they will notice or not. Of course he was a bully, of course he was showing off, but don't tell him he could not feel what they were thinking. Are they showing off or bullying less than he ? Is acceleration not pure? Besides, between the OCD & narcolepsy, are you sure his intent was discernable. Are you even sure it's him...the black keys...photons...the weak force...harms way...a bee.
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- Walt Whitman 11-24-2004 3:02 am
The others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not.
He wears a conical hat and stands in the corner of his time out hoping they will notice or not. Of course he was a bully, of course he was showing off, but don't tell him he could not feel what they were thinking. Are they showing off or bullying less than he ? Is acceleration not pure? Besides, between the OCD & narcolepsy, are you sure his intent was discernable. Are you even sure it's him...the black keys...photons...the weak force...harms way...a bee.
- Plankton (guest) 11-24-2004 3:18 am [add a comment]