gogoponypanic

Perhaps, I have probably left at least a few women in my past with a feeling of being wronged (even if I think they wronged me) who's to say who of us is right. Feelings have no attachment to fact. But I can honestly say that I was fully invested in every relationship I've had, I tend to do that with a lot of things. Dive right in, in haste, and throw everything I've got into it, just to find that it isn't what I thought. Maybe that's a bad thing, I don't know...I say that a lot. Maybe I am a skeptic about knowledge and don't know, maybe I am ignorant, or maybe I would just rather not know the answers to a lot of questions. How much would you really want to know? Wouldn't that take the mystery out of life, that wondeful spontaneous feeling you get in those moments of suprise, like when someone enters your life. If you could say "I knew it" everytime, wouldn't that be like ending pop goes the weasel on a flattened fifth? I think that the spontaneity of life is what makes it worth living. The thought that anything can happen at any time, like people are at any time, capable of the greatest and worst acts imaginable, so is fate. so go ahead, roll the dice.

and now, with no further ado I give you


paradiso

If the angelfuck of Milton and Yeats
produces such glorious incandescence,
is starlight the product of Angels making love?
What better explanation
for the lights of Heaven
than such euphoria in heavenly bodies.
Blasphemous? To some, but
my prose scan.