muse

[paradoxicalgoat]

:-*Euclidean geometry idealizes existance. Angles are angular, lines are continuous straight and circles are round. I tell you that this is not the truth and truth is not true. Beauty thy name is irrelivant for as geometry, counter-indicitive of the above mentioned form, consists not of absolutes but of systems of cohereant taxonomy set to create self evidencing reality of significance when non exists in and of it's self. Ya dig?

[gordon's humongous wang]

Reality is none but what you perceive it to be so I say if you dont like the world, fuck trying to change it, just do some acid or mushrooms or something. If you do enough you might change how you perceive the world, and thats close enough to changing the world right?

[chaney]

Gordon says he is full of himself. I think that he is full of things which are being transformed into himself via digestion. Such as flesh. Pig flesh and cow flesh. And peppers and onions and carrots, which also have souls.

Gordon is full of death.



Wandring through the forest I feel the presence of a deceased mongoose. It touches my ear and suddenly I can hear the hidden dimension. The owls are playing nut games. The mice are eating eachother. The leaves are in cahoots with the soil. Gordon is eating his own tail and now I know that the universe is doomed.