We Do What We Must

Here we sit in pain; 

prospectless on all fronts.

I have hurt so many of

those I would call friend

that I am starting to

lose all track of time--

of time and space and

place and meaning and

it makes me madtired

just thinking about it,

and my brain is running

on the body's emergency

ketones due to the fast,

which makes me Major

Uncomfortable.

Shine on you crazy diamond:

a pink luminescence clouding

daily interactions with light

refracting and blinding with

reminders of unquenchable thirst.

Expect to fly

and you just

may.

Expect of fall

and you must

fall.

We are all aware of cartoon physics.

Tables with chairs on top of them in the back barroom of an unopen mind collect dust from lack of use.

Categories of nonchalance. 

disinterested

uninterested

conspiratorial

conjugal

baroque

contemporary

modern 

post-modern

recollected

reverse

empathetic

painful

joyful

classical

fucking 

anejo

reposado

blanco

categorized

sodomized

unrecognized

unintelligible

cantankerous

wankerous

causeless

careless

functionless.

"Why is it that every time something

needs bending around here, I, Bender,

get called in to bend it?  

Bend this girder, bender.

Bend this coat hanger, bender.

Bend this beer can, bender.

If I wasn't a bending unit this would

make me very very tired."

"...existence is to all men a thing to be chosen and loved, and that we exist by virtue of activity (i.e. by living and acting), and that the handiwork is in a sense, the producer in activity; he loves his handiwork, therefore, because he loves existence. And this is rooted in the nature of things; for what he is in potentiality, his handiwork manifests in activity."