a boss for us

hello my friend

my friend?

there is nothing to see down that street

i'm not trying to see anything

where are you going?

i'm not going anywhere

come into my store

i don't have any money

money is not a problem

all money is is a problem

physicists are just undeveloped mystics

what’s bothering you?

time’s bothering me

but time doesn’t exist

time exists and doesn’t exist and somewhat exists

like everything

time is a word that bothers me

it’s then words that bother you?

not words as much as time as word

you just mean death bothers you

death not as word less than time as word

and death as word?

death’s just a syllable of time

but time’s only one syllable

from one perspective

what are the others?

infinite and finite and many

you’re speaking of recorded time

unrecorded will do just as well

you make no sense

what i make is made from the bothering of time

time’s complex, it must comfort as well

it only comforts in its absence

why not ask it to go away then?

it’s whimsical and does what it pleases

time doesn’t particularly bother me

what bothers you?

death. or more precisely suffering

suffering’s just time when it’s too intimate with flesh

you speak too abstractly

everything i say is of the body

your body must be abstract then

abstraction’s the body bothered by time

back to bothered

we try as with god to do away with time – whether through science or mysticism it doesn’t matter – but like god time stays

as word?

as pervasive word

it’s used a lot

the more we argue it doesn’t exist the more we use it or rather pretend to ourselves we use it

what’s alive in word is dead in life

no

what then?

i don’t know

that might be time

what?

not knowing

if time’s the knowledge of doubt how can i have any comfort?

words take away the comfort they once gave

so i take the word time and count its syllables hoping counting will bring comfort

and does it?

it brings numbers and numbers words and words time

no one said we’re going anywhere

many say we’re going somewhere

even if time does nothing that shouldn’t stop us from going

even if time disappears i’ll still be bothered

by what?

by the magic of its disappearance

so here or there, then or now, time or word you’re one of the bothered

those who have faith in time elude the bothering but we of words can have no faith just words and in words there’s no elusion

we plop

we plop + preposition but still plop

we plop and unscream

by unscream we mean remain calm across all aspects of the person

while listening to the voidic structures scream on our behalf

not on our behalf really

time screams

time unscreams

time's the elemental particles of voidic structures

science has got us nowhere

other than to show us we've gone nowhere and are going nowhere

which we knew before

but differently

and better

then we could scream

and the scream was the scream

now it's just a facebook page

less satisfying

let us plop and scream and time and die and suffer

and bother and be bothered

we are the unscreaming bebothered

we are the explosion of mysticism 

we are the doubt of body

we are things and events and particles and likes and wavings

we are the we ares who aren't

the doubt that outs

the time that i'ms

the scream that dreams

the un that's done

the blab that tabs

the the that thes

the blog that fogbogfloglogs

the book that thises

a this that