Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Have i forgotten how to indulge or is it that i have become overwhelmed with all the choice i face? I seek no commonplace. i see no need for disgrace, through the sound is crystal, speaking aloud we are bore from the missile, born out of necessity, alive because of my family, chosen to question, each more aself then another, one small step for mankind and a giant step for my mother, myself. am i any diFFFerent? (who ami ask ing?) 111111009-3===-3709639735

Monday, September 19, 2011

truthfully demonstrated

unwise the owl will not be. the lion is prey to itself as well.  together, they are more than less. without we, there are eyes.  without ideas, there are actions.  without actions, there is death.  by design before result, to test before proven, with experience through example, time dependent, space dependent, it may just work out.  upholding the laughing one-eyed c(v)ulture, i may be the branch for now but soon i should feel the ground, and taste the sweetened reward of my time well spent.

Monday, September 12, 2011

turtoryle

i need exactly what i want, i want exactly what i need. i decide all my decisions, i divide all my divisions. i survive with lesser vision, when i decide, choose from within.  regardless, rewardless, i should act as though. satisfaction,  polar attraction, ill expect them both.  aviation, deviation,  swift pulling undertow.  

Monday, September 5, 2011

poste 13

al, ed, ure. we couldn't find it anywhere. the counting leopards let us stare. though we will not allow such things without reaction.  my dreams deceive my unconscious foreign captions.  To be blind again oh well. the other sensations set to sail. relapsing in curiosity, forgetting our animosity, realizing the possibility, reacting aware of what will be. this great device that does surround us we must be a piece.  Its true we're on a frequency, it surrounds us we're inside it.  Make it obvious, don't hide it.  Attempt to find the other waves you know exist, we all have our given gifts.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

i can see it there

as i walk away from my house i see a birds nest on the ground to remind me of my broken ceiling, it is a sign, i must get away.

yet i remain in need.