Baby.. hold me.
I’m more real than real.
I am the anchor
tethering you
in these stormy waters..
keeping you still.

And even if reality
around you
melts away..
know me as
your universal constant.
I am here to stay.

And know
that when you gaze
into The Singularity …

So.. now we’re writing
poems loosely based
on vidigames?
I see..
Yeah, it sure does
appear so.
Whatever sort of
nonsense
gets into my head
and helps
my rhymes to flow.

Whether it’s movies,
games, philosophy,
or anime, or myth
or whispers
straight from God.
So long as …

When you have
some dirty business
needing to be
taken care of..
Find yourself
a solid, working man,
in both the heart
and head.
His overalls are blue,
just like the collar
of his trade..
the shirt that lies
beneath them is,
however, red.

This beast
of an Italian
plumber …

We may be
far, far, far away
from Mother Russia..
still we’re playing
the ol’ Tetris game
of life.

The pieces
just keep falling
into place..
so long as there
is space
for them to fall into,
we are in business,
comrade..
everything’s alright.

Before we situate
The …

Our present now..
already went to past.
The coming future
is our present now..
and now it’s sinking
in a well of memories..
of all the other presents
that were never meant
to last.

It takes two faces
and two pairs of eyes
to see The All of them …

How did I let myself
become this
wicked beast?
At one point,
I loved you dearly..
How could these feelings
simply cease?
How could The Heart
ever forget?

Alas, there’s no
remembrance..
No sweet
nostalgia..
in Death.
There’s only
peace and quiet
when we choose
to simply just …

They say that
when you venture
nothing..
there is nothing
that you stand
to gain.

Alas,
only The Fool
is premature
to play his only
sleeveless ace.
The One that lies
concealed..
beneath his skin.

The card he pulls
on you
not from the deck..
but rather
from behind your …

My Crimson Witch.
Her heart..
Was oh.. so.. hard
to reach.
What sort of spells
did I not
have to cast..
to help her
see the moonlight
through the veil
of future past.

Does a dream
not seem to us
opaque?
When gazed upon
through eyes
transparent
to reality before …

My lovely co-host Arielle 🌹 and I 👁️ make like N-I-E-T-Z-S-C-H-E and momentarily embrace the Trojan horse of panpsychism that sneaky little Galen Strawson tried to smuggle into our philosophical temple.. under the guise of “real materialism.”

Indeed, in this new episode of TOWIAB we finish what we started and hammer our …

Why does
The Occam’s Razor
cut so deep?
Because its purpose
is to amputate
unnecessary entities.
Sometimes you gotta
“Keep it simple, stupid..”
that’s The Occam’s
KISS of Death.

Sometimes a pair
of kitchen scissors
doesn’t cut it anymore..
and what you need
is a decisive …