This is who I am

This is who I am

A Poem by Justaman

i keep remembering the reality of myself,that only reality is you,in no type 0 perspective idiotic i cony way either,in the only way that "is" what can be called is" and be" being is the only thing that it is by whatever meaning youre pulling from this paragraph,as i pull from my head and as i pull from you whatever information i can as us geniuses do truly well;I'm tired of humans so tired of their sickly disease and theyre game of thinking that life is a game,the fools who just read the quotes about that foolishness,life is itself and no other than its multitudnal opposites,whatever we call them,to our and others own,its is the be and the being of the is itself,and i could only come across one who can be collared with this reverence,if at any truth be extracted;the only material that could be found would be you're entire being,with me at its edge,and a flask of muddy white and dark shadows that would impactfully encompass us in our shrouded cloud of geniusy,completely in its own globe,set apart from all else;to any instance of any instance of the before and after of them all,impart by planctimes and before and whatever words be used to describe what truly is;Its not that it is me who is the who or the importance of this writing,its the equation,whether i put it into math or not,P=EN+TSxFI+NESqaured the theory of SPE/shannon-shaneyfelt theorm of paradoxical equilibrium.Thats all there will ever be.

© 2013 Justaman


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