Harsh Will is my mantra.
I am the leech on HW.
When he rips me from his groin
only my teeth will remain.
HW says go nowhere.
HW cannot be defined.
HW will not be impressed with this book,
nor what I write in it.
HW knows it is not in this book.
HW contains no additives.
HW does not know how to add, subtract, multiply,
or divide.
HW cares nothing for mathematics.
HW leaves my throat dry.
When I describe HW, I do it because I am
attached to it.
HW knows no loves.
HW does not recognize anything as either
false or true.
HW does not recognize, period;
though HW does not see this as a loss.
HW does not expect me to learn
anything by doing this.
HW does not want nothing or something.
HW cannot tell the difference.
HW is my divining rod.
When I walk through the desert, with it
(figuratively) in my hand, it bows magnetically
in certain places, where deeply buried
in the earth, is a hidden cache of HW,
that cannot be purchased from its grave.
When HW hears word of itself, it knows
the hearing is false, in that it knows full well
it never said anything, not even once,
and so blandly recognizes that this bland
crude sloppy makeshift copy of itself
may best be a purposeless form of
flattery, which can do it no harm.
HW does not know what sin means.
HW does not excavate.
HW denies that this name I have given it
means anything, since it does not call
itself anything.
HW tells me to live, or die, as I see fit.
HW, for me, is a purposeless form of simon says.
HW says, stand up.
HW says, sit down.
HW says anything I will it to,
since it does not care for words.
HW does not see any reason for anything.
Such is the sole purpose of HW.
I do not know if HW and God are brothers.
I do not really know God.
I am somewhat familiar with HW.
HW is easily recognized.
HW is HW, forever more.
HW has no sense to it.
HW does not go out for dinner.
Dinner just simply never arrives for HW.
HW simply goes hungry.
HW canvases itself.
HW has no appendages.
HW does not like you.
HW does not want to free your mind.
HW goes nowhere, and wills the nowhere to
stay the same.
You cannot copy HW.
HW does not photograph well.
HW will not care if I call it uncongenial.
HW has no mind.
HW has no soul.
HW cannot open up.
Nor can it close.
HW recognizes no duality.
HW will serve my purpose.
HW will kill me, but not for any reason.
HW has no handles.
HW is not OK with itself.
HW has some difficulty with that last sentence.
HW sees nothing, and is secure.
HW will never repeat itself, but I will.
HW will not get around to anything.
HW does not call me out.
HW does not recognize the elements.
You cannot erode HW.
HW is not an amalgam.
HW does not play games.
HW asks nothing of those who observe it.
HW stands in front of itself, and says no, but it
never sees this as treason.
HW never built a world.
HW does not know what to make of itself.
HW does not want me to make anything for it.
HW cannot be sublimated.
HW does not go under.
HW has no story to tell.
HW has no home.
HW does not bother to dot the I's,
nor cross the T's.
HW has no family.
HW has no kingdom.
HW does not live, nor ever will.
HW does not know any better.
HW has no prayer.
HW does not see itself anywhere in ten years.
What is time, to HW?
HW is not a prism, even for HW, alone.
HW does not think, nor encourages you to do so.
HW says stop, HW says go.
HW does not care if you bother to define yourself.
HW has no opportunities.
Strangely, HW does not consider itself selfish.
HW does not care if it turns in circles.
HW does not give a shit about Pythagoras.
HW only sees the beauty of HW.
Which, of course, is not much to look at.
HW has nothing to declare.
HW cannot ever be new.
HW neither comes, nor goes.
HW sees no season.
HW feels no pain.
HW could stand at the gates of Hell,
and be utterly non-plussed.
HW has no fabric of reasoning.
HW is hung out to dry, everyday.
HW knows, deep down, you want nothing, just like it.
Why does it want nothing?
What is there to want.
HW can take its time.
HW says, who are you, but does not really care.
HW might even be saying that, just to be polite.
HW says, jump up and down.
Then, no, with feeling, this time!
HW enjoys jokes, but does not care whether
it is the butt of them.
HW sees where you point, but sees nothing,
then says, what was it you lost?
HW does not suffer fools gladly,
and so does not suffer itself well.
HW sees the point of all this,
but knows it will go nowhere.
A small twinge of HW can go a long way.
HW does not look back on itself.
HW is not concerned with beginnings.
HW hears no sound.
HW has no organs.
HW does not play the Pan Flute.
HW says, what will you make of me.
HW is never irritated.
HW has no skin.
HW is somehow emblematic of everything,
but, perhaps, this is just how I see it.
HW does not play miniature golf.
HW has no needs.
If HW ever had some, he cannot find them now.
HW is neither asleep, nor awake.
HW knows I will end before
he can even conceive of one.
HW's thornbushes have no roses.
HW has a little doll of itself,
but it never says a word.
If you tell HW he is cut off, he will laugh at you.
HW went to bars for a while, to try to drink
itself to death, but, somehow, it didn't work.
HW frequently wonders why.
Will HW ever turn that light off?!
It's blinding!
HW is as frozen as his smile.
HW has not known death yet, but wants to.
HW does not care if you know what he's up to.
HW must die; problem is, no one has come up with a way yet.
HW doesn't give a shit if the plants grow.
HW can take the bare harshness of the rocks.
HW has an axe he hasn't used in a long time.
HW is biding its time.
HW has a blackboard that is real dusty.
HW stands so still birds shit on him.
It's as close to hospitality he can get.
HW can see in the dark.
There's not much to see.
HW tells me to review all this bullshit,
before I go any further.
It's good advice.

HW says I have shit for brains.
HW sees no hope for me.
HW does not feed fear.
If you plead with HW, you will get what you want.
HW wants to move away, in hopes he will meet a
new, better him.
HW cannot be at peace.
HW cannot avoid the more he keeps running into.
HW very much wants to be alive,
but knows that this is a dangerous proposition.