A Poem
Created | Updated Oct 16, 2003
This world is Darkness.
Darkness of ten thousand thousand slimy things oppressing me.
I carry a mountain on my back.
The mountain has a mouth.
The mouth says I'm unhappy.
Therefore I am. I was happy before the mountain.
The mountain tries to make me happy. This is why I am unhappy.
There are none so blind as those who do not wish to see.
The world is a series of factions, groups, rivalries, factions within factions.
But in the end, we're all alone.
Ultimately, each of us is a faction of one.
There is a lion, and the lion is a serpent and a vulture.
The lion is composed of a million factions.
The lion is a faction of one.
I am not like the lion.
I am a faction of one composed of one faction.
The lion dislikes this.
Individuality is bad.
The lion tries to assimilate me and to kill me simultaneously.
It fails.
The mountain thinks this is why I am unhappy.
The mountain is wrong, about so many things.
The factions which compose the single faction of one which is the lion, see how they melt.
The lion changes, reforms itself.
IT IS THE SAME, DAMN YOU!
It is now a cannon composed of a million pistols.
The cannon fires by firing all its guns.
The bullets are laughs.
I am an unwitting jester.
The lion does not like that.
I do not like that.
The mountain loves me, and so wants me to allow myself to be assimilated.
I use my brain.
That is bad.
Stupidity is bad.
Intelligence is bad.
I go to the lion.
It tries to accept me.
It refuses to accept me.
I am an outcast.
The lion treats me as a renegade.
I see a box.
It shows pictures.
Some are good.
Most are crap.
I see two boxes linked.
I control these images.
I am happy.
I see a dead tree.
It tells me a story.
I visualise.
I am happy.
I see a fourth box.
This box has buttons to press.
This box can do work for me.
Through this box, I meet new people.
I am happy.
This box temporarily banishes the mountain, and I take on a new name.
I am happy.
The mountain does not understand.
It decides I am unhappy.
I am sad.
Darkness of ten thousand thousand slimy things oppressing me.
I carry a mountain on my back.
The mountain has a mouth.
The mouth says I'm unhappy.
Therefore I am. I was happy before the mountain.
The mountain tries to make me happy. This is why I am unhappy.
There are none so blind as those who do not wish to see.
The world is a series of factions, groups, rivalries, factions within factions.
But in the end, we're all alone.
Ultimately, each of us is a faction of one.
There is a lion, and the lion is a serpent and a vulture.
The lion is composed of a million factions.
The lion is a faction of one.
I am not like the lion.
I am a faction of one composed of one faction.
The lion dislikes this.
Individuality is bad.
The lion tries to assimilate me and to kill me simultaneously.
It fails.
The mountain thinks this is why I am unhappy.
The mountain is wrong, about so many things.
The factions which compose the single faction of one which is the lion, see how they melt.
The lion changes, reforms itself.
IT IS THE SAME, DAMN YOU!
It is now a cannon composed of a million pistols.
The cannon fires by firing all its guns.
The bullets are laughs.
I am an unwitting jester.
The lion does not like that.
I do not like that.
The mountain loves me, and so wants me to allow myself to be assimilated.
I use my brain.
That is bad.
Stupidity is bad.
Intelligence is bad.
I go to the lion.
It tries to accept me.
It refuses to accept me.
I am an outcast.
The lion treats me as a renegade.
I see a box.
It shows pictures.
Some are good.
Most are crap.
I see two boxes linked.
I control these images.
I am happy.
I see a dead tree.
It tells me a story.
I visualise.
I am happy.
I see a fourth box.
This box has buttons to press.
This box can do work for me.
Through this box, I meet new people.
I am happy.
This box temporarily banishes the mountain, and I take on a new name.
I am happy.
The mountain does not understand.
It decides I am unhappy.
I am sad.
