what if ideas were just treated like another word in a language, if someone cooked up an idea, and people who liked it, just started doing the same thing, like if ideas were things, because everything is thing formed, ideas don't exist in the same way, inconceivable that this nonesense is somehow physics, but do i know, fuck no i don't, what are ideas dude, like think about it, what's a thought anyway, chaotic ramblings of matter, like there is form already when you put it in words, what does green look like in it's most unfiltered form, there's no objectivity to be seen, nowhere, and this deepest of you i'll never know, how is it they are all star, and love within, the experience of reality, in my heart and thyne














