What men are these that claim our world and our lives?
They load our existence with fear and just plain muck. They see us not. Fleeting their driven flock pushed and herded. Not even guided by the nose as it was prior to our soullessness. We used to follow to the hung carrot of even a whisp of a dream. Live the American dream and have true freedom and peace. By the nose rung in brass to grasp and hang in space like the monkeys we were. Space monkeys flipping, turning, flailing, grasping, clinging to anything but the empty. The empty now defines us completely. They used in the past the dream to goad us into the barest of movement with which we brought about the Industrial revolution Ha! The tracks now lie abandoned to weird desert places like our yearning subconscious minds. Now they even want that last random unshaped country. Truely the undiscovered country.
Puds with not a pure spark and they have even taken our termite stick and rocks to beat together. You cannot beat this rock against that one it offends the Slime mold with the scatterings of once sharp ideas. How dare you come up with this non-sense, it's unseemly for a man of culture. We were warned by generations of the insane and marginalized. It like the fight you coward from that walked right up to you face and stands there laying down the law. The violence done at this point and now you we us lives with it. Sitting on the couch stuffing shit into our bodies. Has it been said enough. And now we are pushed on the uncomfortable seat of the worn-out couch of life. Thinking of anything but what could be had we only moved or struck or done anything besides sit on the ground.
Ok I guess I've said enough. The rent ended and I thought maybe more to come. But it ended as quickly as it started. So there to is. Nothing changed and nothing effected. Still lost and fighting the unknown.
Lgg
