Oooh you're a naughty mess

heater's chucking out heat, i trying to stay warm/ reading hem and sipping k, slipping into occasional reminisces of bourgeois comforts as the lamp contrasts with the ink blue sky/ everything generated by it's opposite/ i do like hem but not as much as i thought i did/ indeed i think it essential to strip one's self as far as possible of prejudice before judging an artist/ if not one is apt to think too much or too little/ drink and be damned/ think and be misled/ but then one must try...this is where it all falls down...the older and better james killed himself because he could always see an alternative to any argument and thus felt lost in ambiguity/ whilst this is the best possible position it illustrates how much bastard man needs to feel 'certain' to lead a happy life (pack animals at one level or more, depending on the animal)/ the world is not evolved enough to admit it's frailties/ everyone needs to label and be labeled/ it is truly terrifying to let go, to lose control, but one in fact gains greater control when one admits one's ignorance/ i've not the energy to argue this further but just accept you know nothing...socrates figured it out more than 2000 yeas ago/ with the weight of so much discovery behind you, how can you not at least recognise this paradox?/