I did what I could to make life bearable through a time of extreme emotional dissodance and lonliness, drawing angels to my side; flocks of them. Allelujah, I cried out; and save me from my self degradating sound.
How we come to this distance away from the mindset upon our birth. At our first encounter with ethereal being within, without we breathe our waiting spirit in. Who welcomes life among lives dying without living; without the playtime spirited wandering minstrel there is no song, no joyful hesitation; pro creation.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
No matter where I turn the answer is the same; It is what it is. Yesterday, or as some may say, many yesterdays, it was different. We wondered who we were; where did we come from; what was our purpose. There's no time for magical thinking now that the cellular level is at our fingertips and the jungle of our medicrity is at fullswing along the yellow brick road; the color of
piss.
Anybody who believes 'It is what it is', is a lying crock of shite; there's no 'it is'. What the hell is it is what it is? Talk about blind acceptance. Oh ya, no chance of challenging somebody elses perception of the problem...what a bunch of pussies. Hey, we're all allowed to voice our opinions and sometimes we have to tighten our asses and agree to disagree. I mean, how historical can you get?
Reluctance; what a suffocating, paralyzing phenomena that breaks our spirited, go get em, right thinking selves. But when it comes it's a challenge, brothers and sisters, a challenge and that's what makes us live, that adrenalin rush that lets us know that we are alive, and happening. If you don't want to do it ask yourself why. If you don't have an answer and you think it might be fun let the reluctance go cuz if you don't you'll feel suffocated.
MARK MY WORDS!
piss.
Anybody who believes 'It is what it is', is a lying crock of shite; there's no 'it is'. What the hell is it is what it is? Talk about blind acceptance. Oh ya, no chance of challenging somebody elses perception of the problem...what a bunch of pussies. Hey, we're all allowed to voice our opinions and sometimes we have to tighten our asses and agree to disagree. I mean, how historical can you get?
Reluctance; what a suffocating, paralyzing phenomena that breaks our spirited, go get em, right thinking selves. But when it comes it's a challenge, brothers and sisters, a challenge and that's what makes us live, that adrenalin rush that lets us know that we are alive, and happening. If you don't want to do it ask yourself why. If you don't have an answer and you think it might be fun let the reluctance go cuz if you don't you'll feel suffocated.
MARK MY WORDS!
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