Just because I talk
It doesn't mean I communicate.
All the words are jargon
To my own lexicon
And a fabrication
Less to my imagination than of it.
Brains are a funny thing
When they don't work
You can understand more
When they are too fast
You have to blink so much
To take make believe photos
Of things you don't need to see.
Quiet, now
Now I can hear you.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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