Paradox

You are a paradox to me, a senseless maze

I run around, I'm looking for you all of my days...

I cannot bear to share you, we can't be alone...

Opiates suck. Yet there is a purpose to everything and if you can't see it, you better find one fast--because even the shit that has no purpose.... the tragedies of ALL that should happen but doesn't... and the senselessness of ALL that that should never happen occurring everywhere.... is really happening––and for those who have been through the worst of it, they know there's always someone else––who has experienced more tragedy, more suffering, more loss––and the only purpose out there for them is to endure––to become a subterfuge––knowing that just to walk through this life takes a 100000000x more courage, more knowledge and therefore more suffering than you or I, hopefully, will ever need know.

Run out it's rough, too much is enough

And that's what it was

I cannot bear to share you, we can't be alone 

Suffering sucks. But we all suffer, but we don't all suffer the same. Karma, Dharma, Past-lives, Veaganism, Hedonism, Purgatory, Theosophy, Science and Seances are all bullshit. You either feel it or you don't, right? You either care or you don't. And if you care and you don't care too fucking much, then what's the point, right? Buddha, Krishna, Vishnu, Enkidu, Jesus Fuking Christ are all made-up–and-just as real as Santa Clause, right? How many times in the course of a single day in your garden variety dilemma, do you, does one, does anyone any of us actually know the "right thing to do?" So how then in the field of any perceived let alone any real or life or death choice, Goddess forbid, are we to know what the fuck to do?

You make me drift up and float, 

The more that I see you, the more that I miss you 

and fall like a stone 

Trust sucks. And that's because it's the only thing we got and we can trust no one. Know why? Because eventually we ALL disappoint one another––AND this is NOT some nihilistic, mumbo-jumbo, view-pointed, prophecy here I'm trying to project onto ya'll or any bullshit like that; BUT say we give the intelligent design folks a break here for 2 fukn seconds and suppose for a moment there were a single solitary creator being––AND this would be ONLY if such a thing through its own divine fucking inspiration both sacred and profane bestowed upon us some kind of understanding of its omnipotent, omnipresent or omniscient ways––AND wouldn't that be the cost of ALL existence? 

NO? 

Go ahead then and spend three-extra fucking minutes listening to someone you can't stand while you're strung-out––AND you tell me if you're NOT ready to push the button raining Arma-goddamn-motherfuckin-geddon down upon every last one of us? Thankfully, we've ALL got the chance to step out of this 2-D movie with no predictable happy/tear-jerker ending anytime we want. AND that's the only reason why we don't sometimes. AND don't you know it.

You are a paradox to me, a contradiction

You're a predicament for me, and a prediction

I've got a nickname for you, I call you... 

I AM a Lennonite just as much as I am Rimbaudian; HELL is certainly below us, and above us only sky**

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