I see a house cat wander the streets, and I wonder does he look at the stars?
Or are people the only beings frivolous to care.
Anyways I’m looking at the dumb stars and figure they are just like dumb, pretty girls; Great to look at but once you get to close they just burn you up. I stop and remember reading somewhere that space is expanding, Space is getting Bigger! And the dumb, pretty girls fall through the cracks in my head space, into some nook of sub-conscious, where they scream out at my attention every 12 seconds (that’s scientific). I start to slip between the cracks as well, right after I do I look up and see a load of things falling on top of me: Clothes, Dogs, Coffee, Automobiles, Boy soldiers, Conspiracy theories and then with an almighty soft squishing sound The World. Then the cracks start to close up and I’m sitting there in my sub-conscious with all these peoples and all these items, feeling rather cramped, and I wonder why we all got the shaft? What do we all have in common? It dawns on me like a fast framed cartoon where a rooster crows and the night turns to day in split seconds, we all don’t matter, not to say we don’t have matter, because everything has matter, we just don’t matter. I pause and my head is somewhere in expanding space, and I begin to wonder if thoughts have matter? Then I start to worry (I am in expanding space you know) and I hope I don’t see myself age from subjective views, and different angles in some mansion in space after I seizure from pure elation and overwhelming shock from being in the company of evolved beings in the form of light. I’ve been watching too much Kubrick as of late, and I read the celestial prophecies at an impressionable age.
*brutal honesty is needed. thank you.
