Santayana got it wrong
those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it 1
everything you done before
each morning begins again abbhor
the vastly over rated skills
just rote repitition of things untill
it becomes something of a pattern
etched upon my mind
in this you and I believe
will someday bring a thing
to sieve an untold truth or two
decieve it does this memory
wish upon a far off star
it doesnt exist anymore
a sentence structured a
paragraph indentured
a servant, possessed
by millenium of programmed
affects of expressing
i realize now these plans are rote
within a journal of spiral spoke
all this pain is twisting in my gut
i realize now that
my memory masters me alone
giving pause rewinding to
certain points on the counter-clock
it plays over and over inside
the eye projecting the lines
those who remember the past are condemned to repeat it
1 Santayana,The Life of Reason (1905),Volume 1 Chapter XII
those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it 1
everything you done before
each morning begins again abbhor
the vastly over rated skills
just rote repitition of things untill
it becomes something of a pattern
etched upon my mind
in this you and I believe
will someday bring a thing
to sieve an untold truth or two
decieve it does this memory
wish upon a far off star
it doesnt exist anymore
a sentence structured a
paragraph indentured
a servant, possessed
by millenium of programmed
affects of expressing
i realize now these plans are rote
within a journal of spiral spoke
all this pain is twisting in my gut
i realize now that
my memory masters me alone
giving pause rewinding to
certain points on the counter-clock
it plays over and over inside
the eye projecting the lines
those who remember the past are condemned to repeat it
1 Santayana,The Life of Reason (1905),Volume 1 Chapter XII
hel:
irrational fears is my very favorite yet... fucking hilarious, and i really like the way the face is drawn.
