its getting late body trained and mind drained of consequential happenings. boredom and love a fierce battle. i love life but do i love my life. who knows because who knows what life is.
the white trash side of my mind kicks in the door rationality is pursued my the left and the right is out for lunch. the crunch of boots as they march in disarray around the mound that was caught by our allied troops
its all talked about far too often. the news is the same preoccupied selfishness that it always has been. the end is near so lets make the most of it. the most of a life that was seen through by higher powers
accent and grammar on top of the pyramid. fate to be censored by critics of religions. religion an entrepreneurial paradox of beliefs that mingle with fantasy and barricade themselves outside of the fort.
positively going on with time as it will never sit still. a shame for the depressed and a haunting fear for the livers that soak up oxygen and alcohol and mix themselves with every grain of sand and drop of water offered
time to begin where we started as crippled and without knowledge. the best of our periods an attempt to dispel blood and hunger and maybe aids, if we could care about money we'd all be single on a private yacht.
the Hollywood program makes admiration and inspiration a sickening addiction but at least we get it. supernatural and iconic, devilish wishes asked and unwittingly given by others - the masses- this is not HIM. i hope you realize that.
its all in your mind. you can do what you want. white trash or not. high powered electricity runs through the veins of the great. we are the grate that has a furnace burning. its all somewhere in the middle over there.
