westid

we live in the age of the squarewave. our data travels faster than light. the light amplification stimulated emissions go on all the way through the night. looking forward to tomorrow, but only in hindsight.

i make a move and in turn they second guessed me. nine times out of ten how badly does it test me. i know the truth, but ……. you know.

but the truth it doesn’t mean anything standing next to you

i came from a good place and the best people. 1 0 that’s all you get. if you have five numbers you can count to 31 on one hand. that’s only something that binary people understand. they’re making a computer now which is all the numbers at once and none of them just like that! and will break all of mathematics, in the widening rift between theory and applied

but the quantum world means nothing standing next to you

i’m climbing out of the biggest hole you will ever know. stephen hawking never had that problem though. we kept him on ice for 45 years beyond his prognosis. these ones coming round lately however, a couple of years and we watch them go, please god say it isn’t so

but the panic stricken refinement of religion means nothing standing next to you

hundreds of satellites creating garbage in space, nearly killed a couple of confident scientists. just so that they can look down on the rest of us in a place we are unable to by ourselves reach. we see people running into space and jumping back out, even figuring a re-usable means of getting there out. do we still need to be controlled and micro managed? there’s only one person for all this space-hollow darkness i would rather bring about

but they could bring me anybody and it would all mean nothing standing next to you

taking the planned route on the navigator doesn’t come with the wisdom that knows these ways. that’s what everybody who doesn’t need navigating says. they only need it for so long and then the’re reight for days. getting themselves taken into pretty people and pretty home for us strays; have a bit of fun until one of us betrays the golden rule, rushing in like a fool

but all of the fools you can show me don’t mean nothing standing next to you

we’re in the era of the squarewave, that seems to be the case. still driven by egotistical greed, still contradicting ourselves all over the place. still running in that good old fashioned rat race, making money off of technoligy that can make you have a pretty face. that’s hope for the all of the rest of creation, anyways

even the universe around us means nothing standing next to you

i know what i want, but i can’t say a word. there’s no reaching out or compromise, just first second and third. probably alright enough for a local bird

all the birds on the telegraph pole … well, you know

everything we had in the old world was electromagnetic, and in transience we have the orbital. but all the wifi on the moon wouldn’t make a difference with all the squarewaves on the other side of the fence, easy little ones and zeroes so there can be no uncertainty – with their easy predictable little minds tied to the strings of you. i want to jump in there so bad but i’m taken aback by reality – oh yeah, someone i won’t mention says your last one ended up in a fatality – what a clever invention, with an obvious intention but never question the golden words of someone, so why would you be surprised about my apprehension? you say you won’t but that’s pre-empted by one point of contention, another benign intervention, and a lack of reciprocity or real retention

but all the freedom in the world means nothing …. my redemption