random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard
ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about
don't
speak to me of anarchy or peace of calm revolt
man
we're in a play
of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann
it's entropy
it's not a
human issue
entropy
it's matter of course
entropy
enegery at all
levels
entropy
from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans
of suffrage tend to lose all significance
extinction
degradation;
the natural outcomes of our ordered lives
power
motivation;
temporary fixtures for which we strive
something in our synapses
assures us we're ok but in our desequilibrium we simply can not stay
it's entropy. a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as i
my
affectatious i can not rectify
but we are out of equilibrium
unnaturally
a pang of conciousness at death and then you will agree