Animal's House of Muse

Vibes to Feed the Hasty Soul with the States of All that Matters

Month: November, 2019

To What Design Does Your Measure Yield?

I prefer spooky action at a distance
To a mechanics based on touch
Collocation is uncomfortable
And I suspect a hidden telos
Beneath extended entities
Disrupting my conatus
This much my body knows
And I’m deeply impressed
By its sentiments
I won’t be moved
By any absolutes
I find perfection in division
Gravity is reason
Rhythmically defined
Show me your downbeats
And I’ll dance of my own accord

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Y’all ever Hear the One about the Alchemist who Concocted the Philosopher’s Stone?

That betch held fast to the clouds and squealed, “Wee! Wee! Wee!,” all the way home; bedazzled, hanging by their neck for the whole town to see. Hear my decree: “I have lost it! In fact, I have not seen a thing!”

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