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Ecclesiastes 1:9 ( a found poem)


you could open my heart
with a scalpel
and you could study the insides of it
and you will not find feelings.
I could use my head
to write something
and what will come out is this..
a lie...some honesty and truths.
but when something is found,
it is searched for not chanced upon.
Ecclesiastes 1:9:
What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.

13 Oct 17

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that's so stupid. the ecclesia thing, it's just some monogod propaganda to say that sun worship is worthless -- the sun can't help you -- and that the only truth is the what you donate to the priests.

the sun is constantly changing -- it's an object in an electric field, and, though every river of sun can't be stepped in twice, you can barbeque your tootsies more than once trying. that'd be new.

i like that dumb thoughts always show as dumb, plodding prose, never as poetry.
 — cadmium