potpourri

head is spongy, pink ineffective, i itch. move away from the center and travel through time. the outlines will be clear afterward, colorful, segmented, lighted rings, connected, sharing borders. why are we fighting? destruction begets destruction, only the source will change and a new world arises. it is futile until then except for the hidden time travelers, who prepare the way. there is accidental violence, and then there is willful, but these two are the same in the game, only the viewer makes the difference. label one evil or the other ignorance; you decide, and so does everyone else. the madness is, when you know you're right. the uncertainty principle reigns. bring forth fruits meet for repentance, and feel the stillness, still the madness. they are all always there, but what do you want?