The incomplete rant

Post date: Nov 01, 2011 9:35:45 AM

Nothing nowhere no longer irates. Necessary end to the unnecessary tirades. Man wishes, God disposes, man laughs through every pore.

It's no surprise that nothing lasts; Brevity, the soul of wit, lifetime of humor. Resurrection rots in the backyard of faith some more, just a bit more.

The eventual oxymoron of infinity slashed by a zero, memory withheld. The instrument that computes all for all, fails to compute itself. Overcome by your infinite might, intimidated by your single core.

Feeling feelings never felt the need to be felt before; chivalrous all over, escapist to the core. What else is there in store, they ask, only to be shown the exit.

Sentient and satiable, ephemeral and transient; serenity there must be, there must be tyranny too. The smaller you make yourself out to be, the more there is to explore.

The thread of every folklore, the fabric of all and more. Is it opportunities and hope galore or merely a pebble at it's shore?

A path function they say life is, differentially still a stateful chore. Paired and constrained reality, inequality more than h by pi by four.

Extraordinary is pain's full painful potential that raises the ceiling, lowers the floor. Something we don't understand clearly, something we clearly can't ignore.

For all the anxiety it brings and the bore, maybe there's still that something in store, or maybe it's just that pointer in your memory, emptied and asserted no more.

Reasons there truly are none, simply rationalizations for every chore. Why are trivialities never for fun, there always needs to be settled a score?