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Faded Newspapers
Faded Newspapers
Faded Newspapers

 Tao, Doa, Da Ching , life flows every Bhuddha knoes life flows hang on to one day and it will slow but never stop it flows it becomes tomorrow at midnite and starts all over again. A Man thinks with finite lines nothing infinite can enter his mind he thinks therefore he is he thinks therefore he was for when a man dies his thoughts stop everything is gone. What is worth that immortal soul that GOD gave to you at birth the one inside you now iff ewe can read this pome you still have one it goes it flows it resides with GOD again who made ewe who made us who made the eye. Life is pain they say because they hurt life is pleasure because they love life is good because they eat life is bad because they cannot sleep life is over when its death life is never flowing lest it stop life is always flowing if its quickly moving finding GOD storing limits in the finite mind leaving them sometimes to make a poem leaving world behind to find the GOD the newspapers in the closet never saw the light of day or sun and yet they yellowed aging just as iff they were laying in the yard nothing keeps a paper young it yellows and turns hard rock brown eventually becoming stone and now we come to the new internet joke. Eye left my computor double parked next to my camel so eye must be off. Eeeeeee what a good joke eye even laughed at this myself. They hang the diplomas on the wall like the wall will last forever the better diners have a plaque usually of the parking lot with a dollar bill tucked in the corner under glass to represent the first dollar ever they made no its not eye am sure that it is not they changed it several times eye rally believe this that they took the original back and replaced it with a new one from 1985 oh well go look iff ewe don't believe eye. Then next to that is the faded photograph of the yellowed newspaper hanging on the hook that they will tell you was took with a $20 dollar Kodak. It has a picture of the owner waving a dishrag. Do not believe it is a fake iff you could take that picture of the wall and blow it up it will be a picture of the Don Ameche playing God. They put it on the wall to fool us all to make you think the wall will last forever but it's just a faded yellow brownish rock out in the parking lot a faded newspapers.


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