Now, this poem/story has been stamped with the broken-lines, no-rhyme, no-sense-except-for-how-my-lover(write your lover's name here)-is-everthing-in-the-world-to-you, blah-blah-blah-and-therefore-can-safely-be-read-by-carbon-units[us]-who-wouldn't-know-a-good-rhyme-scheme-like-abab-or-aabb-or-aaba-if-it-sat-in-their-face-and-wiggled-and-therefore-ergo-op.cit-to wit-and-heretofore-can-safely-read-without-endangering-one's-two-brain-celled-cerebral cortex-for-fear-of-running-into-[a metaphor]-which-is-two-words-that-have-the-same-phoneme-enunciations-(sometimes referred to as "rhyme")-and-its-(this poem/story, remember?)-is-about-a man, not me, who thought he would join something...anything! But when he did, everytime, it went to hell(again, a metaphor), for the drop-outs or quit-outs.

And at length this man found out that it was just his perception and since he believed all truth is perception therefore, conversely perception is truth, and he felt sick. So sick, he had his perception checked out by a Doctor of Perception and the Doc perceived that the man's perception was fine, but then the man thought: what the hell does he know anyway...the doctor's are practicing anyway. Now, this man (I've heard others say) was so pent-up with unfelt, unexpressed (even unrecognized) emotion that all he could do was just point and wag a finger because he perceived that words were no way to communicate thoughts, feelings or ideas and therefore he just quit speaking and just pointed and when he was spoken to, he just looked at whomever was speaking to him, but, in fact, he was looking through them because words didn't mean anything to him. Well, people got tired of his behavior and so they quit speaking to him; but, because they were so caught-up with themselves they didn't realize that he had already walked away.

04/26/2005

Posted on 04/26/2005
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