My grandmother is dead and she could have solved that problem by now.

You move at the speed of smell.

It is exactly the same, except completely different.

It is just a Fig Newton of your imagination.

Don’t confuse the issues with facts.

Wherever you go, there you are.

This is matata hakuna, the life of a circle.

It is vuja de all over again.

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.

This fascination that we feel

is very, very, very real...

drawn from the unfathomable

(of gadgets and apparatus)

a still warm & human facet...

There are many voices in your mind

and I see something too inside...

the Pen whispers, and bleeds its lines.

#Challenge #SomethingConfusingThatStillMakesAlotOfSenseToMe

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"I know what you're thinking from before you even thought it."

"Oh yeah? Well I bet you didn't think that yesterday I planned to think what I knew you'd think I thought."

"No, I didn't think..."

"ha!"

"-because you don't have to think about what you knew all along."

"You couldn't-"

"Oh but I did."

"nyooo"

"Oh yes! that day you bought that sandwich, and planned to eat it for today; I was there"

"No way"

"Yes way. When you thought to think this thought yesterday - at precisely 4:02 AM; I was there."

"The horror!"

"And while you bit into the sandwich that you pre-thought to bite into, a mere 47 seconds ago. I was standing... right here."

"Oh the humanity!"

"Now weep in your misery, as I bask in my victory!"

"Meh heh heh!"

"What?"

"MUHAHAHAHAAAaa"

"What's so funny?"

"This was all part of my master plan."

"Your what!?!"

"That's right. I knew you'd think that you knew what I was going to pretend to plan to think at precisely 4:02AM, I knew you were there when I bought that sandwich, I knew you'd be standing right here to try and unravel a plan that was simply part of a much bigger plan."

"No, how could- *stressed panting* When- when did you find out?!"

"From before you were born... These last few days... were planned out... before you were even born."

"but that- that's not possible!"

"It is."

"How?"

"Because-"

-intense silence-

"-I. AM. YOUR. MOTHER!!!!"

"This can't beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

A bit of madness, a bit of fame,

a little bit of sexy is my name,

the time goes by,

and my madness dies,

a laugh and a strawberry kiss,

just a bit of a chocolate kick,

and yet I come and run and run,

they still chase me under the sun,

a water drop in my eye,

why can't I see that fly?

If I had to say what was on my mind, my mind would say you talk first, and that would be okay, but I want to be polite and not get in the way of what my mind is thinking, but if my mind prefers me to go first I would say okay and say two words, "Your turn." See, that time my mind didn't know what I was thinking and I think this time I fooled him. Mind you however, makes no nevermind to me, or my mind.

fly away

over the cities full of angry people who never look up

always down

never up

to the place

where everything

and nothing

always

{but sometimes never}

make sense

where science is a hobby

and philosophy is an occupation

but still not

do you get what I'm saying?

how there is more then down

and sideways

all around

if you want to see something FANTASTIC

you had better put away your loud box

and look to the skies

because

there is always one more thing

to never

ever

see

you don't get me,

do you?

try it.

it's not hard

to drift...

on an undersea breeze

and fly with the pheonix

and chatter with a whale

and to put away your awfully loud box.

because there is always another yesterday to come.