March 27, 2011
Rear back the time clock ahead of schedule's too condensed to make sense of itineraries bereft of good taste, for in the veldt of becoming, the hairdos of being have final say over lumber-heads with minds springing weeds that tangle and tear, loop and violate. Of limited scope the rational mind embraces an illusion of genuine reality beneath the reality by which all things spring. The gardens we tend are the distractions stripping away our telescopic rationale so to pluck the veggies from the soil and store them properly for easy reference. Thus we are assured of living lies.