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F youtility.

A proposed experiment with
time:

A man shaped by his

awkwardness

Do his sentiments betray

higher contemplation?

No


Steve the Skipper.

Skipper Steve jumped into his space-time rocket,
Fired up the boosters
And shot off into next Thursday afternoon quite successfully.

His arrival greeted him with a strange airborne alteredness that was probably down to the time travel, he was queasy and it had been a long and boring journey that he would rather forget at this point,
but he had done it!
He knew! He knew!! He knew that he’d known that it was within the bounds of possibility after watching the film “The Time Machine” that is the visual interpretation of the H.G. Wells book –
I mean, that guy just had the thing sat on his living room floor like Steve did!
And he’d now really put years into being once and for all able to really know all the rules about time, you know, all the little strange twists and effects, all the ways it could ever possibly effect him he felt he had a good grip on.
The sun was streaming through the slits in the blinds covering the floor-length windows.
He could hear, was it? Yes! The outside chattering and bustled hollering of the people of this traveled-to day and realm, he wondered if they’d be different and any more welcoming than from where he had come. Would they be any more kind to him?

His reverie was broken by a choked sniffle from at the back of his own nose and he non-suddenly looked down to see an eye droplet hit the painted cardboard arranged about. He was still wearing his suit from when working last – he hated that job and he knew it, and the way his life had happened felt like he couldn’t ever express that properly to anyone. He felt that if he tried people were only pushed back from the surface of the conversation and that everything in those moments became so anodyne that the only thing was just to stop talking, shut up.
“Ahh well,” he piped-up aloud to himself, “everything’s fine, got this baby working and it WORKs!! Where would I be without the rocket fuel, eh?! ‘Daren’t bloody worth thinking about huhah! No naut at all Urggh, ah uhAa…!” and he took a deep soft glug out of the luke-warm tin in his right hand.


(Would you could if you should?) I wood.

A holy kaj swept suddenly down from heaven
and through my face, identifying
itself (to me?) through perfect
demonstrative description.
It said:
“there are shimmery aspects
of our experience that sometimes
make us want to turn away from our
very own lives – these feelings of the far-flung
fibrils fighting are when Brahman is
talking to you – if you can harness
such energies and try to sew them
up into a backbone column of pure
and purifying light (that, if you
remember properly, is not yours)
then this radiance will cast its glow
upon the events of your existence.
Only in this capacity can God be said
to exist – when it’s in the heart of us,
if you renounce him without due
care you are placing high and holy
aspects of your own nature outside
of your own conscious reach – so do
the opposite, learn and come to
know time!”

Are you yet to know the lily that
when it opens has everything in?
All of our problems are caused by
the people who go around thinking
this whole world is hard, when really
everything is the ether. Like when
you look up outside.
Sociable innocence is boring as hell
– why do you think I’m so bloody
parenthetical?!
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Illustration by someone called Adelaide Tyrol. (!). Sorry, couldn’t find a link, got this lovely drawing off a blog post about how the greater grey tree fox of midwestern America or something is in some sort of peril or other or something other along those ponderables at least and that’s all incidental so it’s all ever going to be anyone’s guess really ahspose