Flowers
If you pick flowers the same way that you would pick your nose...they wither and die quickly...and never smell nice...
posted by Father O'Blivion at 1:56 AM
Thursday, April 27, 2006
About Me
- Name: Father O'Blivion
This Form I hold here...this Flesh...contains the Wisdom of the Ages...but to most 'tis just so much ageing skin...each wrinkle excused as a laughter line... "No one can laugh that much!"...they say. But I can ! I am forever laughing inwardly at my pretensions... The ghosts of my past that come to haunt me rattle their chains in vain...I used to fear them...now I see them for the comical creations they are...the knowledge they claim to possess is but the excretia of experience... Every waking day I remind myself of this one thing... I know nothing...and whoever attempts to explain...lies ! You'd know of me and of my Church ? How can I express the true form of Something in whose presence I am blotted out ? And in whose Being I still exist ? I...Infinite Space.
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