a ghost with empty pockets and the ghosts of regret. standing idle at a bus stop. where should we go declared one or was it the other. should it matter? in a meaningless response, nothing hardly matters at this point. which point is that? obviously the point of no return. we're there. are we? where? doesn't matter. at some point might regret enter into a pointless conversation about meaning? well the obvious point about regret is that regret and any regret at that is, regrettably, regrettable. point taken without meaning to sound pointless. so then, we've reached a point of no return. yes and regrettably, yes we have. ancillary if not wholly surreal experimentation using that ever so regrettable machine art. other stuff to follow...if and/or when.
surreal edifice (not oedipus) -
fairy taoistic imagined fantasy landings -
if the point taken may in fact be surreal, would that be a stretch of the imagination?
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