THE GOOT SPREADS OH SO FAR. OUR TANGLED MESS MORE RESEMBLES REALITY.
NOOT NOOT MY GOOT
WAL MART STEAM IS JUICE
The paths had consumed us.
Is this grand array of wires and viens the world we live in?
or is it the innards of a greater machine fit for a purpose we will never see.
(Am I that machine?)
We could not wander
We could not wonder
We could not belong
We could mererly be