

philosophy of languagepoetry and prose poetry and prose all empty words on empty pagesphilosophy of language
nothing is nothing but sense and reference
your imagination - a real object in time? imagination, is it not a figment of imagination?
maybe it is. maybe it's not. but we'll live out our lives in words
regardless


Heart Of DarknessAn epistemological journey From childhood, to teenhood, to now. And in that time I've learned so much I'd hope it would make you proud.Heart Of Darkness
I've learnt that the moon cannot shine on its own And I know now how kittens give birth. Aristotle and Plato and Kierkegaard too, Eliot, Austen, MacDiarmid.
But Dad You still haven't told me Why you left me all those years ago. But maybe therein lies your answer: Is the point of the thing not to know?


hello chiefHello chief How are you?hello chief
I'm several stories high Knowing I'm near the street where you live.
Gazing out beyond the chimneys And rooftops and chimneys and chimneys My heart is in the room where you are.
Cosy and warm Beneath the grey skyline.
Whistle for the choir Calm down dearest Don't waste your time Or time will waste you : noises in the background.
I'll whistle for you As I try to calm down. If I have wasted your time I hope I haven't wasted you.
I'm right here - that's not very far.
-Tom
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-Why can't you hold me and never let go
When you touch me it is me that you own
Pretty baby oh the place that you hold in my heart
Would you break it apart again... oh pretty baby
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one bullet at a time,
what's the hurry now?
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The pleasure is mine.
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