Magnificent trust
Scandalous, tongs – ice cube scrapers
Disastrous supermercado items. Aisles floating with bodies
Detached, re-hashed shopping lists.
Hurriedly flicking the ignitions of their lives’  ends. Ends to mean nothing.
Means to end everything.

SPEAKING IN FINALITIES< FORMALITIES < INCESSANTRIES

Reminders of dysfunctional, quaint neighborhoods, tainted by broken glass, tagged stop signs and empty cigarette butts, scarce any sign of content. (Much like the social conversation surrounding pulls towards death)/ CHAOS/ Doubts drop as to-be flood water. Hue of a clairvoyant smile encourages fate to hurry its ass up.

Regardless of how much overgrown toxicity is ripped from the ground there is still more. Fahrenheit. For 50 one; the fighters are burning all signs of success with their internal turmoil. Must every vacation begin with remnants of a past burned? Parched grass, one flick of the lighter and the world is a warmer place…

Self destructive philosopher – you insist on time’s ability to intervene in premature happiness.  Full of megalomania. Activism involves a generous amount of nothingness. Of times of reflection, marination, translucent self argumentative, rhetoric. Where words refuse to make coherent sentences; where the life sentence is opposed in lew of the Prison industrial complex. For the sake of hating such a long theological tendency. Long winded, founded long ago, long discarded as effective in rehabilitating the society external to the indefinite mortar.

Prison is constructed all around us. Instead we build the prisons for our containment. We sautee all possibilities of escape just long enough to write a book on happiness, when we felt it, fleetingly. Yet we move on and on and hope that the one of our dreams does not appear in said dreams, or else the day is moving in conjunction, underneath, in the shadow of, these strange stratus clouds.

Conversations, decisions, hate, PONTIFICATION daddles on the edge of needs and wants

Must we travel most all of our lives into the fields, where needs and wants exist simultaneously. Where the fruit of the earth blooms also within us. Where words are valued. For the sake of following the present moment into the future rather than allowing the future to exacerbate the present.