The axis of my rotation greets the sun, a warming covers me, though it has not reached its peak.
Like so many singers wale… “Don’t let me be misunderstood”, some translation of what’s written is always lost, save for punctuation but what is spoken is vastly different than what’s seen. There is no “instant gratification” in language, even the beating drum can be misinterpreted and our imaginations are further dangerous.
For example: a cry for help now, is no more than a list of ticks and cues. Our attention to what is important and what is cause for alarm is a reflection of our being …”yell fire if your in danger because no one responds to help”. Were women ever so helpless, some maybe but some whose identity says that their abilities are manly robs other women of their “protection”; i dare you to soak on that awhile. Our customs as man and woman are hard wired from centuries of evolution, not in the sense that we were descendent from apes but that we behave as such… Its easier to tell the masses that we evolved from an animal rather than “you’re a bloody child” until you’re departure is upon you, and so long as you think you have a government that controls you…. You fucking are. We’re all sensitive ass children and the world around you reflects that.
Of course im being a child now also… I’m writing this because I want attention, a conversation about something that matters. I shouldn’t have to pay an institution to challenge my thoughts to those who also are foolish enough to debate what they’re taught to discuss.
But none of this matter right?
I’m a fool and i know it but someday…
Someone will quote my words as they burn their thought through the night.
Why did i start this ranting?!
Because i am concerned about my health and everything I’m doing in art and the site looks as if I’m putting together my own memorial.
Why do I feel like that?! Of course I know why… FIN