A poem, by Mervyn Peake

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Four steps forwards, one step back

It seems as if the essential essence of truth, its veritessence if you will has become corrupted with the leavings of decadence. They say that Chivalry is dead, but you may wonder what they is, and who is Chivalry? Questions such as these beg to be defined, meaning may be drawn from all the multitudinous variances of the greater whole, but it is only within the essential core of question that truth can be found to define a question in terms of itself is indeed bad form, but this author humbly asks, whence comes the truth? If questions be the basis of discourse, how can it be that enquiry without honest intrigue is little more than bland discovery. A fragment may only be a half of the whole, but truth can be found within the smallest mote of speech, a shard of language, the basic engine of human communication, even a meme. The essential vehicle for the diffusion of the ideal is discourse, and beauty it is said is in the eye of a beholder, but what do tentacle monsters believe to be fair? Life is relative, and language more so, an understanding of the world may be comprehensive or severely lacking, but the essential, veritessential crux of the matter is the supremacy of the cheese as the ultimate of foodstuffs, a lactose product so perfect in its perfidy, the cheese must be obeyed, for that is its function, and all who ignore its laws pervert the basic truths of nature.

Synergy of ALL THINGS

As my grandfather once said:

Precipice!
Can I be outside the whale?
Stars, ever elusive...

We beings manipulate systems through the conversion of energy into order. Like when preparing a feast: To achieve cosmological beauty the agent must direct elements in a symphony, often a particular line runs cataclysmically into others. Like the strings rising, the water boils, but never over. Until the engorged bassoon erupts.
At the moment of poise, (nay, equipoise!), where timing and aesthetic become the very pithy essence, we leverage the natural synergenic tendency of matter to strike a tableaux, with form and technique ideally framed.


P.xx.B
(mood: A refined sense of regret)

triple what?

About Me

Yo whazzz up dawgs my name chris but my people call me C.t. , I just tuned 15 and felt like you know shit been gettin real up in my life and like i wanna take responsibility fo mo creative input and shit fo real. I got a lotta opines bout shit and wanna discuss stuff, i think ive real got too old for myspace and need a special place of peace to chill and write down secret shit HOLLA

Age 15
Fave Movies Advent Children (the ending made me cry-Aries 4 life fuck the haterz), Youtube, the one with jackie chan and chris tucker and chris tucker is all like ahhhhh yo bitches um chris tucker CHRIS TUCKER
Music phat tunes wit slick vocals

mood- tentative excitement, like im on the edge of a brave new place 4 like accepting myself, like vegeta when he was all like dude we gotta level up or cells gonna beat on us (p.s. all you drangonball playas check ur skills i been working on a dragonball drama piece fo a bit and its gonna bust heads in the community)

Hwat is this for exactly?

Just wondering, I mean, can I post things like Trowell, bring me some milk? Or is it for airy, theological epistomenical and philosophical debate of the meanings of life?

Mood: four dots and a squiggly line