this place is a mistake! we were meant to live on farms; we were intended for the city. i used to swim through universes between the microscopic hours of five and nine. even the ghosts won't stay. here.
fixing one's sights
upon tree tops
is windowboxing
there are those who need glass to look at themselves, there are those who need the chalice to look inside themselves, and there are those of us who need _________ to look beyond ourselves
but must this sacred geometry be rational/irrational? irrational is the most imprecise word we have.
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i was going to say booze, but then i realized that one's already taken. sorry, the chalice is forever in mind equated with bajingos... based on the wasteland and skinny legs and all
but booze doesn't lead to truth about the world! i am convinced that intoxication is not so much a sin in that it leads one to other sins but mostly because altered states are selfish states.
"glasses"! i win.
you can't win your own game! and rational/irrational is always irrational. but irrational/irrational, now there's a ratio i can get behind!
another option would be window. all of these things are made of glass except for the chalice. hmm.
first thought was you, second was therapy, third was a year in a mud house in rural morocco, fourth was death.
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