the most beautiful permuation
Three sheets to the wind
and my eyes are green not blue
Confederate flags
and magazine hags burning holes into white sheets
the blue eyed me could have only come about
through a slight change in the chromosomes of an ancient ancestor
specifically at the point in fungal evolution where the basidocarps split off from the ascocarps
this change would have led to the death by poisoning
of a man not related to me
a man who coined the word 'contrived'
it would take another 5 years for that word to enable a series
of events that leads to not only me with blue eyes
but to a nuclear holocaust at the ripe age of 3
what if fate is quantized. if our consciousness is merely observing what it finds most aesthetically pleasing out of set of basic possibilities in a simple chemical reaction occurring at the inception of replicating organic compounds
reverse a spin quantum number here and I end up a dead toddler with blue eyes. Add 1 to angular momentum and I get arrested and imprisoned at 19.
The lives that brought us here set the basic parameters and when their aesthetics diverge from ours we both die. I die in your life and you die in mine. Both ignorant of the fact that we live on. perhaps forever, or until we decide to just stop talking. That's sort of what it means to die anyway.
and my eyes are green not blue
Confederate flags
and magazine hags burning holes into white sheets
the blue eyed me could have only come about
through a slight change in the chromosomes of an ancient ancestor
specifically at the point in fungal evolution where the basidocarps split off from the ascocarps
this change would have led to the death by poisoning
of a man not related to me
a man who coined the word 'contrived'
it would take another 5 years for that word to enable a series
of events that leads to not only me with blue eyes
but to a nuclear holocaust at the ripe age of 3
what if fate is quantized. if our consciousness is merely observing what it finds most aesthetically pleasing out of set of basic possibilities in a simple chemical reaction occurring at the inception of replicating organic compounds
reverse a spin quantum number here and I end up a dead toddler with blue eyes. Add 1 to angular momentum and I get arrested and imprisoned at 19.
The lives that brought us here set the basic parameters and when their aesthetics diverge from ours we both die. I die in your life and you die in mine. Both ignorant of the fact that we live on. perhaps forever, or until we decide to just stop talking. That's sort of what it means to die anyway.