BV

better days, not today. tomorrow isn't waiting for me to embrace something new. today is quite heavy and my head won't be held up. alone...not alone, can't do it alone. can i? tremble tremble tremble in each other's sight. "serious", you ask? "you're a joke", you assign to me? ME? me is alone, can't do it alone. it's something that black velvet can't cure...can't do it alone. want to? yup...but i/me can't do it alone.

what is on my mind?

Let me rant let me rant let me rant...

this is not a hypothetical proposal

what if the strike was real

and from all forces and angles

IT was confronted ?

Disintegrated past the point of diluting

and the traces were not leaked

into our near and promising future?

We are we and 'I' is ineffective with regard

to everything the human condition hopes to achieve.

Do not learn my name, do not recognize my face,

do not look to me for orders

do not follow me not watching for the wolf

prowling in your blindside.

This strike will be anomalous

avoiding the traps of the past

avoiding the traps of the carnal.

We are collective

We are consensus

We are, "we are"

In mutual agreement we achieve the necessary.

paranoia

So, I just thought of this thing that made another thing make total sense about everything. What we should remember is that nothing is an allusion, illusion, or delusion to the conclusion that all things are not constructed equal. Forget creation, we are talking construction. What have you been built up to mean? What are your symbols, i.e. who the hell are you?. Who the hell am I and what the hell is the thing that made another thing make total sense about everything? Well, it's just sometimes...well, how do I tell you this? ... freedom isn't free yankee.