Ragtime

articulation.
epistemology of ontology may admit some exceptions, but the
that is, not in every sense, because
had never done it that way. So we never stay
do it again. Or, you can wait
lurking somewhere
to it. Enough is
under observation as I write in this squirrel cage
go by yourself?
it.
ask for help; who really cares?
have not, you have probably had it. The ration
you believed
our existence is circled
historio-critical matrix of understanding. I have a dove, a horse,
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to see who you are and
would know. You
like someone else. For who knows?
never come up
enough. Go
never
you half-create and half-perceive? Am I an emplastic emanation
else, why do we come at all? This consideration
sit. I don't want to split. I need my own
I forgot my umbrella, too.
or, can we really say what we want
and again. My ears are ringinging.
Why must our identities be bound to
horny hand on the prick of noon.
first place,
do you?
be you. But instead you would
doing what
was saying.
to do when you are
tangent to zero and infinity.
not as far as you are concerned. Are you actually
why don't you go
to see who you are and
would have to do is ask? Are you OK?
unbeing. You can't do what you want
I had wanted to say?
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I forgot what I was saying.
Mercutio before the tick of doom
knows what he wants to do and why he
it's time to testify, and I
to do it.
everyone's accusing me
do in the back
or else, why do we come at all? This consideration
be, whether we thought we knew it or not. Given
and Paul; who is
that it was
"Awww."
to do it.
that look.
I would care if I were you. I
There it goes again.
You know it. It happened
I am under observation as I write
I
is ask? Are you OK? I mean, are you OK?
We have nothing to say about it.
I really exist for you, or am I something
do whatever you
say?
get to be a drag at times.
by the arc of another contingent to that
we
how am
differentiation of
of time and a contrived essence of which we
determine my own destiny. Here.
is the hobgoblin
to see as I do,
the walrus?
You said it.
here now and come with me. Why can't you come?
what purpose. Who cares?
story of the
for our historio-critical
Why can't we say what we want to say?
be you, but instead you would be someone else who
as you are concerned. Are you actually concerned at all?
If you cared, you
the big D--splitsville--unbeing. You can't do
please.
because
I would
and do it some other time.
"Why don't you go by yourself?"
to do it.
Do we think we know?
Who be Boo? Who cares?
bungled bundle
"Oh, yet you always go with Ms. So-and-so."
dung.
that
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of the role you play to see as I do.
to do it.
once a code entraps
space for my ------- soul. I can't
get a little drunk and land in
would. If I were you.
be
would mean that you
too.
wants to do it, and if
not as far as
when we ask for help, who really cares?
again. Just now.
do it.
be worth knowing in the
done it. Or you may have done it
How am I?!
Why do we have to do what
a dove, a horse, and a
you
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is being
do you?
say it? Who says?
Who will release us from
what I don't want to say. Or can I
do it whenever and whereever you
that
blues.
when and where we want to do it. So,
because I told you that you would know
for your amusement.
Ho hum, what
whether you are or not? Do you really? I can't
you can if you
or be as I am. Do
I forgot what I was saying.
(while we lie in wait for ourselves.)
historio-critical matrix of understanding
someone else. For who knows?
did
know about
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is a vagocentric vortex from which we are excluded.
we knew what we wanted or
it and do it now.
doing what we want to
say?
you would know. You
of temporospacial actuality. The square of our izistance is circled
delusion differentiates personae? Why can't I be
we are supposed
play to see as I do.
that we had wanted
of historio-critical matrix of understanding. I have a dove, a horse,
what hand guides ours as we
doubleheaded ax? Ax again.
is apparently factitious in its fragmentation
he wants to do and why he
say something, why can't we really say it?
not? Why don't you go
perhaps forget that
really cares?
may have done it anyhow without knowing it was
you half-create and half-perceive? Am I an emplastic emanation
I forgot my umbrella, too.
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it did. Do
yet
rule
Do you have your
or were not to become all you
This ain't high school, brothers.
Motor City has nothing on me. I was once a
do it whenever
had wanted to be then. You
you actually concerned at all?
what we need is a
be here now and come with me. Why can't
(while we lie in wait for ourselves.)