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Beach Musings

WHITE NOISE is my MOST valuable study tool. How can it be describled? HIsssss… But that doesn’t cut it. It’s never changing but ever-variable; soft + hard; strong + weak; Imperceptibly Loud. It is an ocean at the quite beach, the wind in a girlfriend’s hair, the sifting of sand in the wind, the sound of the sky, the moon, the stars. It is the sound of God.

It’s funny that I’d say that, but it’s ture. Of course, I refer to no Personal God, but instead to the word. What other word works? White noise is as good a god as any, + better than many. Bow before the might of the random. White noise is the sound of the universe, It is the sound of life, IT IS THE SOUND OF HUMAN CIVILIZATION!

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Does this pen write poetry? I doubt it. But ask if I think poetry And I’ll tell you that an thought is poetic before the tyranny of words.

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A Show of The impermanence of thoughts

Written in the sand

Disappears

Quickly

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the Sun warms with with a fraction of its heat.

Are you God?

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Will this one day be the musings of a young poet? A thinker? Or will I throw it in the recycling + let my words infuse the work of others?

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What will I come to know? The possibilities are endless.

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Who Cares?

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My personal philosophy is this:

Fuck That Shit!

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What is poetry but words thinking?

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Does a seagull’s shadow cross me on purpose? What of its direction? What does it mean? Will I get poop on my head?

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When so much is moving (sand) why does so little happen?

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Is it All just wasted Effort?

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