Bigsley the Oaf

it’s really good

Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on February 12, 2010

there’s a taste in my mouth

as if the past came swallowing up

there’s a taste of old cigarette butts and nights and ash

there’s a place in my heart for you as you transform from some presymbolic form
into an ashtray of stereotypical sentiment
you fucking hole in the wall
shit of the universe
entropy-motherfucker-pathetic

“What is it like to kill a man?”
To be a complex component deconstructing complexity
And is
It maintained?

A macroscopic event such as “killing” – does it exist elsewhere in our sophisticated physics?
Is it good at all?

It’s really good, being this serene, detached,
Etched out fine glass-self, not a thing touching fine jazz glass jazz
And simple, self-contained, drunk and preposterous

Not a thing,
Not a thing

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desperate harmony

Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on February 8, 2010

http://crashinglybeautiful.tumblr.com/post/378533775/we-replace-the-unknown-with-the-known-through-the

We grasp words because they ease our despair.

The power of a word to ease our despair comes from its social acceptance. Each word symbolizes “everything is OK” in some new way.

Society pushes us to construct an “other” in ourselves so that it can give us words – it can tell us that “everything is OK.” Now we no longer need society – we can break off, go our own way. By our self-consolation we can find comfort in the midst of madness.

That’s basically it.