Gafoo’s Blog

Light shines through the glass and stale air fills my nose. I stare into a sea of ever changing faces while endless chatter fills the empty void. I can feel it rattling inside my head, keeping me awake at night.
I am naked in your wisdom. Drop your science on me and I will soak it up like the proverbial sponge that I am. Together we will conquer the world or destory it. How disconnected can we become? To drop all pretense and live is an impossibility of sorts.
The drops on the window collect in pools of disarray and the meter maid comes to ticket the proletariat. The rain falls and washes away the old to reveal the beauty in your dissonance. How can we live in this hypocrisy?
We are religion and the anti-christ. Do we worship the absence of Christ/Buddha? Are we stuck in a negative feedback loop of endless despair? The static is louder than words. The dissonance doesn’t resolve. It is replaced by pretention and doubt and the need for Christ/Buddha. The desire for an answer to the unaswerable question: was it worth it? Not is but was: the past defines the soul (if there is such a thing) and the soul defines the body which dictates the past which defines the soul which defines the body which dictates the past to a scholar who is a junkie in the world of make believe…
Light shines through the glass as the toxins take effect and obliterate what once was a man: bound by the logic of the illogical and crippled by pretention and doubt.
Tears collect in pools of disarray and the cycle begins anew…