from behind the silver teapot
he grabbed the receiver and listened
hand in hand into the arena
long ago in the quiet of the world
zillions of inorganic beings
so he grabbed the receiver from the secretary and listened
far from shaking her resolve
"that was very rude of you, sir"
he did not like her tone of authority
from behind the silver teapot
the hours burn in the night
that's the way to live
with zillions of inorganic beings
"who is chief executive officer here, you or i?"
the puppy stopped moving
love is a stimulus
but he did not like her tone of authority
long ago in the quiet of the world
before madness walked in the deserts
love was a stimulus
with zillions of singing angels
digestion was incredibly prolonged
but failed to shake her inexorable resolve
his hairy fingers tightened on the receiver
not to see the landscape at all
that's the way to live
with the pitiless stimulus of love
sources: atlas shrugged, by ayn rand;
the fountainhead, by ayn rand;
the prophet, by khalil gibran;
the doors of perception, by aldous huxley;
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, by robert pirsig;
the motorcycle diaries, by che guevara;
the dharma bums, by jack kerouac;
the teachings of don juan, by carlos castaneda;
the alchemist, by paulo coelho;
the hobbit, by j r r tolkien;
stranger in a strange land, by robert a heinlein;
childhood's end, by arthur c clarke;
the case of charles dexter ward, by h p lovecraft
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