Thursday March 9, 2000 4:40 p.m. pst
Here I sway about upon my lofty pedestal imploring humanity to listen for a moment.
Life sends us inefficient obstacles, and we tend to dismiss the wonderful answers which pour from life's bounty by the second.
I observe the half hearted attempts at erudition by some of the smartest people I know.
I embrace the unfettered realities thrown upon me by humanity himself, and he only gets in his own way.
I tumble into the poetry of the moment, I wholeheartedly
Remarkably
Unsubstantially entertain
The idea of a perfect wholesomeness
And cater to the whims of the outcasts as they ramble about in infinity.
Here I fall to the depths of soulsearching amendments.
Here I slide into serendipity, playing by the wayside.
I know no other truths save the truth within my psyche.
I savor no other saviours save my faith in myself and my humanity's foibles.
No one listens till their ears hurt, then they try to tell you they knew it all anyway.
No one came to the funeral of irrationality until they stepped across his supine form in their sleep.
I am swaying miserably into the wind, harking back to reality's minions.
I fell, I got up, I dusted myself off, and I cried.
It seemed sad, but it wasn't , and I left my tears in the dust drying.
I'm full of fortitude, and I'm not forever crying.
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