Two trips down this road in a night.
LJ, SG, FUBAR, acronyms to help ease the pain of the actual words perhaps?
The crash course of the human race is spinning so damn far out of control that I don't think any of us can see. The centriphical force has pushed our bodies against the walls, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do to keep from snapping our necks.
The words just come together so much easier, when you dont consider the logic of putting them next to each other.
In another area I mentioned the gun pointed at the head of the universe. Watching this unrelentless display of "evolution" take hold of an organic creature like this planet, and just destroy it.
You rape the soil as if it could fight back. You destroy what you do not understand. You fight something that cannot do a damn thing to you, other than support you, to give you the life you so desperately fear losing.
Such fears are so unjustified. Why fear something that you have no control over? Why fear something that is a permanent staple mark in the concept of life? Why fight something that you have no way of winning?
Pick your battles wisely, or just don't fight.
The moon and the stars can tell me all I need to know about the world that I see before me. i backed up far enough to know wether or not I had a clear view of the stage. I watched the show. I commented. I thought about how it effected me. I thought about my role in it all. I thought about changing it, then I realized the only thing you can change is the ideas you plan on changing. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same, its just that things are percieved differently. Not wrong, just skewed.
It's like this dyslexia of the soul. Everything is read backwards, sideways, upside down, or just not read at all.
Creative writing gone horribly wrong.
LJ, SG, FUBAR, acronyms to help ease the pain of the actual words perhaps?
The crash course of the human race is spinning so damn far out of control that I don't think any of us can see. The centriphical force has pushed our bodies against the walls, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do to keep from snapping our necks.
The words just come together so much easier, when you dont consider the logic of putting them next to each other.
In another area I mentioned the gun pointed at the head of the universe. Watching this unrelentless display of "evolution" take hold of an organic creature like this planet, and just destroy it.
You rape the soil as if it could fight back. You destroy what you do not understand. You fight something that cannot do a damn thing to you, other than support you, to give you the life you so desperately fear losing.
Such fears are so unjustified. Why fear something that you have no control over? Why fear something that is a permanent staple mark in the concept of life? Why fight something that you have no way of winning?
Pick your battles wisely, or just don't fight.
The moon and the stars can tell me all I need to know about the world that I see before me. i backed up far enough to know wether or not I had a clear view of the stage. I watched the show. I commented. I thought about how it effected me. I thought about my role in it all. I thought about changing it, then I realized the only thing you can change is the ideas you plan on changing. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same, its just that things are percieved differently. Not wrong, just skewed.
It's like this dyslexia of the soul. Everything is read backwards, sideways, upside down, or just not read at all.
Creative writing gone horribly wrong.
thanks for the compliment you rock....
love James