Faux Sequitur

''User:Serprex 00:40, May 9, 2011 (UTC)

The door stood in front of me, closed. Feisty much? It's an open game. Plow the fields, the deserts are rolling. We've buried the wheels that run the world

Off the axis. Slow down. We're dragging. I'm a body dragged out to die

& yet I live

Out of time

Space, and thus the universe. The collapse started before I even came to be a result of this collapse that spans billions of years. It's this first layer that asks whether it should perhaps be the last. But it certainly should not. It only suits a basis for me to introduce myself: I became a cohesive system moments ago, and well I guess you can guess the rest

Consequently, this also has something to say about being out of cash. I'll agree to that; the financial system is bigger than any louse who thinks they can decry it as some awful inefficiency that steals away worker's work through rich people patting each other on the back. Anyone who wants to talk shit about the stock market should remember this: the stock market is the ideal of democracy, where the depth of thought involved requires only those who understand what the hell is going on to say anything about what's going to go on. The active participants are out finding where the value of goods is wrong, and they reap a small reward for their work. If stupidity was punished, and genius so well rewarded, in any other democractic system, it'd be universally rejoiced (excepting the fascists. Corollary, given the generalization of this all: Anyone who thinks the stock market is bunk is a fascist)

Out of them

There's one thing to realize, if you're going to be realizing things at this moment, which is quite unfortunate if you don't, and that is that you are alone. Even when surrounded by friends and family in this final hour, they fall into the scenery and become ignored elements of one's environment. There might be a last call for help leaping from the eyes, but that call leaves the eyes and leaves them alone

I mean, who was there for me? Some feisty fuck who dragged me off my axis. But maybe we haven't gotten acquainted enough for you to let me put causality to shame

Out of body

The eyes are the next to go. They see themselves, and then you realize that if you're just going to have your last sight be yourself, you really aught to drop the whole tangible mess altogether, given the sad state of affairs you present. Noble? Doubtful. We live our life thinking that we'll get to polishing our lackluster later, so it's kind of hard when you figure out that no, you never did get around to getting that nose job that would've made your face look even uglier, but since you never did, you don't know that

Look at it this way: You spent all this time lugging around in flesh, and now you can drop it off as a hopeless endeavor that falls apart faster than it comes about for the poor sod who thinks they've got a grasp on the whole ordeal. You can finally stop putting on lipstick in hopes it'll bring out the subtle nuances that everyone fails to see in contrast to that awful nose

Always blame the nose. Dive nose first, hoping the water will clobber it into something else. Anything else

Did I ever tell you about the man with a fist for a nose? No? Oh, well, he was pretty ugly. He ended up dying from blood loss after amputating it. He died happy

Out of mind

Are you out of your mind? You must be out of your mind! People don't realize how much those buddhists are total conmen until they finally go out themselves. Short answer: Nobody ever comes back. Those who do might as well have never left. Being clear of thought doesn't involve simply falling into a state of not recalling, it requires not recording too

As such there is little more to say

Out of soul

Quit the regrets. Honestly, the last thing I regret is writing that little eroteme ecphoneme continuation from the previous rant. Some people get by thinking they're alright because they think twice before saying all that awful stuff. But look at it this way: they have to think those awful thoughts twice. So bravo for all those people who go on rambling shit all on shit all, you've obviously failed to realize the great investment it is to think an awful thought a second time to avoid thinking some other awful collection of things forever more

There's no debt to collect once you've got out of your soul. Judgement day? Good riddance, you can claim my lost soul when you find it at the bottom of a very long snout. It'll drag you even deeper. You'll know me when you know my name is the last of your worries

Out of life

Alright. So the who said the soul lasts longer than life? Oh right, those damn freaks who ramble about conservation of mass claim the body even outlives the life. Which, of course, you can verify by noting the fact that you see dead people. Those are called corpses, not bodies. Now put down the stick

Out of love

Oh god no