On The Meaningiddy of Unity:
or
What Do(es) You(nity) Mean(ity)?…
On singularities
Faced with two choices:
You or the sum of all Stars,
It’s you ev’ry Time.
Postscript:
Love love love love love love
-BB
On order and dis uhther shit
haiku too:
(
or
one generates
(every- all- any- some- thing)
the integers.
)
Entropy, you are:
endlessly encumbering.
I say: “Bring.It.On.”
-BB
On the Algebra of Words
Depression:
Life often feels like:
A series of disappointments,
And unmet expectations.
Nothing changing,
Never ever(y)anything…
But don’t lose Hope! Continue reading
More haiku for you and you and you:
I met Beauty–
I hear her Roaring laughter;
we might be roommates.
-BB
postscript:
(Time: I need you now,
just for a couple uh days.
one time one time one…)
Effect (cause) to You,
One and two and three and six permutations on three ok we’ll put the three with the twisted super-thingy compactiplexificationing it to flow in four
(can we do that?
WE will not be doing anything the doing is already done we find the representation we’re almost there)
and how many we got left? 6? Shit, ok right four in six makes ten why ten again? Open and closed strings right right but which six? What do you mean which six? This isn’t a choice it just is so it’s the six with the sillystring superthing like seven with the four so eleven…
Now we are making progress
Ish
-BB
On Critics
The spellingest grammagicians endowed with:
greatgrandmastery of the Summary.
And a nuclear-grade arsenal of Bullshite
with enough megatons of ennuinium and ignorantium to bore the beauty outta this
Magnifulgent Whorld.
I say unto them:
words do what I tell them to do…
if et doney sond roight,
go left or
eff ya ken sayit wit a small nummer of weirdz,
then why not you kan shurassyell hell-it badder by
dooblin’ an’ tripplin’ yer wordscore (count?).
four the moor the marryher in diss greyt a-more-ica.
-BB
or Free Will 1; or Time 1
The past is all hell.
The future is the infinite possibilities.
And choose which one to live in
-BB
one night some peepsicles got super stoned or fuuuuh-uh-cked up or one morning selfsame interchangables were hungover as zee ballznutz and a spirited black woman with Afro-jamaicislandonesian roo-hoots (used partly for her voice and partly cuz I see MuthaNature as a brilliant, worldly women right?) was like now that Earth is like nuh-uh you ain’t turnin’ up my thermostat wit’out a lil’ ray-zisstance and consequators; nuhh-uhh, by da contrarian you gon’ melt dem’ uber ice cubitty glacial muthafuckas then we gon’ see dat true power. Which inspired the white guy (sorry but we males don’t always have the right answer no?) to suggest a waterworld reboot in that half-ironic half-jest half-3-deep-in-da-drink-half-maybe-waterworld-was-just-ahead-of-its-time half-too-many-halfs (sic) way that people introduce themselves to others via subverting the subserviating lameness of a sub-tle referency-joke to a universally belovetreasured cultural symbol. The General Communication-yo Major of the Multiverse teleports in to ‘PR and brand’ the shit outta that shit catalyzing a world-shittering event when she declares her strategy to godify the whole affair. The Noah connection thus becomes self-evidentially waterworldlian.
-BB
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