Smoking Mirrors | Apropos of Nothing except for Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

The most difficult thing in the day to day is keeping your edge. If the ineffable isn’t pushing you then life has to and the more difficult part of the equation is not to have too much material success. It can make you soft. Should you be so seemingly fortunate as to have more largess than you can use and you are too cheap to share it… you’re screwed.

The other thing is to avoid advertising the need for it because too many people in this life seem to need that as confirmation. My feeling on the matter is, “go talk to Mozart” and while you are at it try to remember that Grant is not buried in Grant’s Tomb. You’ll figure it out. You’re smart… or I hope you are. I’ll give you a little help. One of the words needs to be investigated. Like ‘Tomb’?

In this life there are all kinds of perks that turn into curses. Good looks should spend some time studying the flowers and reading the good poets… then again… “shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” Yeah… even then, it is our perception of anything that gives it the quality of forever, cause… down here, forever only exists in terms of our forgetfulness of the last time we were here, again… and again… and again… big wheel of fire keep on turning, proud lady of endless beginnings keep on burning.

Fame is kind of like being remembered by all those people you think you will never meet and discovering that the percentage of them that thinks you were an asshole, far exceeds all the people you met in whatever life you had that think you were wonderful. Wealth insures that all the people you wish you could have met and hung out with… realistically speaking… in hindsight… you won’t get to meet and hang out with. You don’t get to have those experiences that shape you in the right direction. It will insure that you will make bad decisions concerning your own humanity but… what the fuck… there are PR agents to take care of that. Power is a double edged sword caught in a trident and wielded by a wrist and an arm that is so much more powerful that your own will ever be. For myself… there is nothing more satisfying than watching power turned upon itself, which is a big part of what the purpose of demonstration is all about and I don’t care how many PR agents you have. Justice is watching pretty girls grow old. Then again, poets have a different idea about how things work than the rest of us; except for the occasional mystic and madman and depending on the times… any one of them could be interchangeable.

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