Know it. By themischievousannaFebruary 10, 2015 ( 4 ) I could be a writer, an artist, a poet, But I would have to know it. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, PoetryTags: art, design, education, fiction&poetry, humor, lifestyle, Personal, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Put together. By themischievousannaApril 13, 2021 Don’t drop it. By themischievousannaMarch 26, 2021 Re-cluse. By themischievousannaMarch 20, 2021 ( 1 ) 4 comments › ASH February 10, 2015 • 2:37 pm Only doing is knowing LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ DG February 10, 2015 • 3:04 pm There is no enjoyment in knowing, it is not interesting, nor mysterious, it is final like death, why wish for certainty? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ platosgroove February 10, 2015 • 3:05 pm Ima poet. i Just write with crayons. my publisher is a refrigerator. simple distribution. held in place by magnets. Be Groovy. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ deadcatcomesback February 10, 2015 • 3:06 pm oh i know it i know it but it doesn’t know it. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
Only doing is knowing
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There is no enjoyment in knowing, it is not interesting, nor mysterious, it is final like death, why wish for certainty?
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Ima poet. i Just write with crayons. my publisher is a refrigerator. simple distribution. held in place by magnets. Be Groovy. 🙂
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oh i know it i know it but it doesn’t know it.
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