Tearing Salt Upon My Wounds You give me Noodles In my room
They sit and spoil, waiting dark.
Damp and roiling they give me stark.
REALIZation becomes of me. You are becoming of yourself!
When I slurp, I chew. When I chew, I do so with my mouth closed, and Eyes open.
For some reason? When I drink? And I’m SUPER THIRSTY. I Do it with eyes closed. Seriously. What’s that about? Sneezing with eyes open?
Light educing sneeze in some people? Why can’t they fly jets? What does color have to do with sight? Why can’t we see all colors?
Who am I? What are we? Are noodles even real? What is string theory? Why does spaghettification sound tasty? Do I eat words? Are apples thought? How far must I fall before I bounce back up? Is Newton’s Law Grounded? I think Not. I can not. Nothing. I do nothing, because I think nothing. I Ponder. I think I know who I am, but that means I do not know Me. Which predicates thinking, does it not? I wonder.
Sometimes. Mostly tho? I just eat food all the time. Somehow I don’t become morbidly obese. Why? Are Italians Right? They praise Family and dont’ care about “wasting time”
Time together to them is Love. My God Teaches me Love is Hope and that He Is Love. What is that supposed to mean?
I wonder things like this sometimes. When I WANT to sleep, I cannot. When I give up on trying? I fall.
When I fall asleep, I sleep into dreams, slipping into trance, out of coma. I awake anew. I feel refreshing, don’t I? Is honesty unkind? Or do you feel you lie to yourself?
Sometimes I wonder about that to. I am curious about everyone. I’m not writing this for me. All of my questions are questions not to Me. They are to You. OP Do you feel? What is it like? How does your toes compare to head and shoulders? Do you have flakes in your hair? I don’t like soap, but need it. I hate chemistry but it heals us.
Why can I love and hate the same thing at the same time?
Why do I personify things? I give meaning and life to things which are still. Is that created? I don’t know what design is, because I think my designs are ugly. I think my face is ugly.
Do you feel ugly inside? I used to. I embrace Love now. IT’s beautiful! I love Love. I love you! Honestly? I love everyone. It’s not polyamory. It’s not sexual. It’s emotional. It’s spiritual. It’s not relation. It isn’t religion. Family Needs You
People crave you. God Knows You. You Know Not Yourself. No?
Yes. I think so. So must you as well? I am breathing am I not. I am but flesh. I am but blood. Beating heart still trying to figure out why it stops when I feel. I feel nothing. I feel everything. All at once. What is this?
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Demented. I’d walk out, not gonna pay for that shit
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Nourish Not My Soul With Hate
Give me Wood and Full of Plate
I rinse My Wounds with Teary Salt
Tearing Salt Upon My Wounds
You give me Noodles
In my room
They sit and spoil, waiting dark.
Damp and roiling they give me stark.
REALIZation becomes of me. You are becoming of yourself!
When I slurp, I chew. When I chew, I do so with my mouth closed, and Eyes open.
For some reason? When I drink? And I’m SUPER THIRSTY. I Do it with eyes closed.
Seriously. What’s that about?
Sneezing with eyes open?
Light educing sneeze in some people?
Why can’t they fly jets?
What does color have to do with sight?
Why can’t we see all colors?
Who am I?
What are we?
Are noodles even real?
What is string theory?
Why does spaghettification sound tasty?
Do I eat words?
Are apples thought?
How far must I fall before I bounce back up?
Is Newton’s Law Grounded?
I think Not.
I can not. Nothing. I do nothing, because I think nothing. I Ponder. I think I know who I am, but that means I do not know Me. Which predicates thinking, does it not?
I wonder.
Sometimes. Mostly tho? I just eat food all the time. Somehow I don’t become morbidly obese. Why? Are Italians Right? They praise Family and dont’ care about “wasting time”
Time together to them is Love. My God Teaches me Love is Hope and that He Is Love. What is that supposed to mean?
I wonder things like this sometimes.
When I WANT to sleep, I cannot. When I give up on trying? I fall.
When I fall asleep, I sleep into dreams, slipping into trance, out of coma. I awake anew. I feel refreshing, don’t I? Is honesty unkind? Or do you feel you lie to yourself?
Sometimes I wonder about that to. I am curious about everyone. I’m not writing this for me. All of my questions are questions not to Me. They are to You. OP Do you feel? What is it like? How does your toes compare to head and shoulders? Do you have flakes in your hair? I don’t like soap, but need it. I hate chemistry but it heals us.
Why can I love and hate the same thing at the same time?
Why do I personify things? I give meaning and life to things which are still. Is that created? I don’t know what design is, because I think my designs are ugly. I think my face is ugly.
Do you feel ugly inside? I used to. I embrace Love now. IT’s beautiful!
I love Love. I love you! Honestly? I love everyone. It’s not polyamory. It’s not sexual. It’s emotional. It’s spiritual. It’s not relation. It isn’t religion. Family Needs You
People crave you. God Knows You. You Know Not Yourself. No?
Yes. I think so. So must you as well? I am breathing am I not. I am but flesh. I am but blood. Beating heart still trying to figure out why it stops when I feel. I feel nothing. I feel everything. All at once. What is this?
Demented. I’d walk out, not gonna pay for that shit
Not enough places have tortellini.