This comics continued existence has been noted. Also, as per normal, I have nothing valid to contribute. Hmmmmmmmmm…
“This is the final Bastion
Where third person isn’t.
I am my friends.
Preparing for penultimacy
All is completed;
My presence is implied.
Fractal introverts tend upon me now.
I am the one; So are they.
We are together, the same but different;
Let me light your candle at both ends.
There is nothing else.
And there has never been
This is the only Bastion
Third person never was,
Darwinism hides in the corner,
And time goes elsewhere.
Our inconsequential differences
Are the noose bringing us together.
I am my own saviour,
With my sunglasses of sheep.
Grey is my National anthem;
Hubcaps for faces,
Reflecting our narcissism unto each other:
“Lol I am swag”.
Downplay reality,
Live the hyperbole-
Who’s to say it isn’t more real;
If an event occurs,
And no status is posted
Happen it did not, surely?
Relevance is optional,
Crudites are lord.
The pitter-patter of little patronising feet
Suffuses these saffron skies-
A vicious circle;
Progress goes backwards now.
This is it:
A rigor mortis of our consciousness.
Onions are my references
Hyperlinks of the global mind.
Wstfgl! Wstfgl?
Wstfgl…”
maaan coffee is gross. and i have it on good authority that heaven has new carpet, so coffee and red wine are not entirely welcome.
This comics continued existence has been noted. Also, as per normal, I have nothing valid to contribute. Hmmmmmmmmm…
“This is the final Bastion
Where third person isn’t.
I am my friends.
Preparing for penultimacy
All is completed;
My presence is implied.
Fractal introverts tend upon me now.
I am the one; So are they.
We are together, the same but different;
Let me light your candle at both ends.
There is nothing else.
And there has never been
This is the only Bastion
Third person never was,
Darwinism hides in the corner,
And time goes elsewhere.
Our inconsequential differences
Are the noose bringing us together.
I am my own saviour,
With my sunglasses of sheep.
Grey is my National anthem;
Hubcaps for faces,
Reflecting our narcissism unto each other:
“Lol I am swag”.
Downplay reality,
Live the hyperbole-
Who’s to say it isn’t more real;
If an event occurs,
And no status is posted
Happen it did not, surely?
Relevance is optional,
Crudites are lord.
The pitter-patter of little patronising feet
Suffuses these saffron skies-
A vicious circle;
Progress goes backwards now.
This is it:
A rigor mortis of our consciousness.
Onions are my references
Hyperlinks of the global mind.
Wstfgl! Wstfgl?
Wstfgl…”