my secret language of numbers
speaks of doom and wonder in a simple countdown
silently to spell out fates, one and zero
mystery and light in the palimpsests of six and seven
some whose values just drift by, headless
in a daydream where mean the figures tragic things
i ascribe randomness upon them to save myself
Reflection
6:50am sunday, 26th october
Eventually
After you have fugured out every dode, you will come back to your original nature, and rest..........
Peace to all and to all agood night
Reflection
6:51am sunday, 26th october
code, sorry.
Reflection
7:10am sunday, 26th october
water is water it will alwas be........pure........never changing............................not for money, not for anything...few are wise enough to grasp this secret, and few have the balls to tell it.
Reflection
1:02am thursday, 30th october
The earth is more beutiful than the confines of the mind................God hates me for that one.
Reflection