“A man is what he thinks about all day long” Ralph Waldo Emerson

The apple (computer) to my eyes, the kindle to my fire; 97 % efficiency, 3 % how-may-I-help you; button says that-was-easy“Harder, better, faster, stronger”

Written on the wall, right click to delete words-so-static-insta-gram it877-399-4448 song penetrating head, where’s the mouse to right click The apple (computer) to my eyes, the kindle to my fire

Friend count: one thousand and one; Satisfaction makes the birds inside your heart tweet“Harder, better, faster, stronger”

Feel the wires pulse like veins and pa-da-da-da-da I’m lovin it Fanny ma(y)e suck us dry but free credit score pirates can help The apple (computer) to my eyes, the kindle to my fire

Hi my name is Sara Smith: a mother and an artist and I’m a Mormon Here’s my happy life-let me sell it to you through this tube “Harder, better, faster, stronger”

All the others- they are tumblr(s) too down this limbo land of detachment space and time whirling in and out every second makes me yahooooThe apple (computer) to my eyes, the kindle to my fire “Harder, better, faster, stronger”

“Time is but a stream I go fishing in”-Henry David Thoreau

A tired white balloonIs drifting in the sky

A leafIs taking its last breath before it falls

Time is rolling along like a bowling ballAnd is knocking

Even meOut of its way

“Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home”-Sigmund Freud

You are the muck yellowThat taints my dreams Eyes like an uncharted forestAnd when you gaze into the sun You set fire For your beauty is easily combustible

But when the night lurks in like the curious cat it isAnd the moon offers you its friendly jacket of darkness You said yes For you knew that your fire So threateningly warm Needed some cooling anyway

“Earth laughs in flowers”Raph waldo emerson

The rain drops are conducting loud, loud symphonies The blades of grass have never felt so deaf, but theSunlight shows no signs of mercy just yet

And the wind has caught a cold, so it will not pass And the crashes of sound strike the clouds with no sympathy The rain drops are conducting loud, loud symphonies

The ambiguous trees extends their branches to reach galaxies as the worm curls into its membrane; satisfaction metSunlight shows no signs of mercy just yet

Relentless bullets of rain kiss the frail, old statues With their acidic tongue, licking away history The rain drops are conducting loud, loud symphonies

Disgruntled birds gaze into the horizon for fluttering rags of the old bird lady- her wrinkled fingers soothing their fret Sunlight shows no signs of mercy just yet

And the dirt feels ugly so it hides beneath the grass; dreaming of clouds so far out into the sky that life is no longer a threatThe rain drops are conducting loud, loud symphonies and Sunlight shows no sign of mercy just yet

”If youth knew; if age could”-Sigmund Freud

When your blistering soul hisses quietly behind your frail complexionAnd your bones don’t grow like the roots you thought they would

All these intergalactic things

When your scorching spirit is vomited into bolts of raging angerAnd all the words in your vocabulary smell too rotten to use

All these intergalactic things

When you see your smile rubbing off every time the breeze gets weightyAnd you feel your body drifting away with the cigarette’s passing cloud of smoke

All these intergalactic things

When Searie can’t answer those tougher questionsSo you ask the next screen

All these intergalactic things

When the world spins like a carouselAnd no one warned you the ride was so slow

All these intergalactic things

When the world spins like a carouselThe trees will be there to hug