Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
A Dangerous Experminent Part 1
Do we play in the rain?
Do we sit quietly on beautiful day?
Do we is speaking as if your speak for somebody other then yourself.
Oh dear there is an imaginary elf here with me too.
Dare I say to what pointed ear he has.
And the way that brisk mustache moves with every word slipped from his tiny tongue.
To describe him, is to describe the way one feels about inner beauty.
So tell me how does it look doc?
Is everything fine in my cheap under-suit?
It's not like it hasn't been worn for while.
Little ragged, you don't say.
Ah but my body is my temple or bicycle, depending on the day.
Let me see how do I find the rocky road to travel.
To where might you be going?
That's a question that leads us to hop, skip, and jump way.
To where one leads me suspect there must be end to the journey.
A final resting place of sorts.
And if believe that can exist in this ever evolving environment, then you must know something I don't.
Acknowledgement, there you have it finally and it only took you 20 years professor.
Now are you sure those calculation are correct.
The predictable future only exist in a place where you can stop time.
Stop everything all at once.
But the question is then how would get it going all again?
Is it like a dead body, you just perform CPR feed the old man some adrenaline to get his heart pumping again?
These experiment if dare say do sound a tad bit dangerous.
What guarantees are they those only around us shall be stopped.
How do we separate our selves from that which is all around us.
And how do we do it and still live?
Indeed sir, that question that makes keep going more and more gray.
Imagine if you would a place where that didn't happen.
Where you could move about for years with out single sign of age.
Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves again.
There you go using that we word.
When are you going to learn that this world exist inside your head.
There is only you, you, and more you.
All sides to the same coin.
You are but the unending decimal point to a circumference of your own making.
Clueless yet so invigorating.
Be a good lad and fetch me some hot tea, for my excitement is ever brewing, and I don't know if I can hold it in much longer without going completely mad.
Hold in what, are you keeping secrets from me now.
Now how do you suppose I would do that, with me being you and you being me.
Come on my dear boy think about this objectively.
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