a static ridden chorus
is no different than beforeexcept that it’s less clear now
I can’t tell
whetherI don’t trust youorI don’t trust myself around you
It’s fun
to play a happy mustache with language
fact
is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense
There are no members in the set
zero The fact that there is a set called[zero]Proves & Bankruptsthistheoryobservationfact There are zero members of the set[zero]Nothing is a member of the set[zero] zero≠nothing so what is zero?what is nothing?
confusion may best be expressed in the broadest terms possible
but truth is unfathomable
Is the real question
where does the world endand your imagination begin?or,where does your imagination endand the world begin?
In my dream I was lost
unable to tell one street from the nextinside from outthis place was not this placeI think I was myself, but who’s to know
deal me out
I can’t stack the odds amidst this chaos
at a loss of words
confused at the implicationsof my utteranceswhat is the value of this pageof these wordswhat do they mean?I don’t knowdo you?