"I told you so, you damned fools" *
let's celebrate today
as the day that tomorrow was born
many years ago
even though
i have no car at all
let alone one that flies
but we have traffic ringing in our heads like rain and sparks
like a yesterday from an incense filled house on a dark and curved road
what is the half life of sentiment, radiating throughout weak moments and poisoning us slow and unnoticeable?
you invented a new sort of dreaming
thinking
creating and playing
pondering of what might become
what the crops we have sown might look like come their reaping
nightmares come true much more often then dreams
i have learned
we float between the harvest moon
a full and bright target
and the cold and colorless autumn desert landscape
heads high and filled with cavorite
we wonder which is more barren and lifeless
as the day that tomorrow was born
many years ago
even though
i have no car at all
let alone one that flies
but we have traffic ringing in our heads like rain and sparks
like a yesterday from an incense filled house on a dark and curved road
what is the half life of sentiment, radiating throughout weak moments and poisoning us slow and unnoticeable?
you invented a new sort of dreaming
thinking
creating and playing
pondering of what might become
what the crops we have sown might look like come their reaping
nightmares come true much more often then dreams
i have learned
we float between the harvest moon
a full and bright target
and the cold and colorless autumn desert landscape
heads high and filled with cavorite
we wonder which is more barren and lifeless
*H. G. Wells
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