Its an antiquated custom of pulling a feather out of your hair and giving it to the first unsuspecting person you stumble upon. ?"I would rather give you a quilt then a dagger" I once told a man. It makes me humble to believe that i would go so far as to extend an olive branch to my mortal enemy then to hang out with a family member whom i fear is the last link of existentialism. I wonder out loud what have a done to deserve this life. this life of mediocrity and nothingness devoid of humanity and loving and a pigs brain. I wish sam i am that I could move on in adventure and thrill and throw monkeys at a tree hoping they sling shot past me to a place that I remember of long ago filled with the dread and the rumblings of a time once sought after with a splash rudeness covered in tin foil. I do declare that war is upon us. It is a war of words and a war of thoughts and reasons this world is wrong. I do plan on standing my ground. Sticking a fist in the sand and making a right from a wrong. I declare myself.. Incompetent. I declare the void in my life as not important. A self realization that loneliness is as important as happiness. It takes a certain kind of animal to come to the realization that he, she it or they need nothing and nothing needs them. I look on to another world that makes a point of bringing the hammer down on the bullshit. I write mysterious phrases that in a way have no point to anything. I write to no one. I think of no one. I hate no one. I live this life to a point that is great. Life is like a crude partner.. evil and cunning with icicles thrown out of a semi-truck window hurtling at you at 100 mph while you try to duck and avoid it at all costs. Hide in your closet and let it slip by. That is what we all do. Life is like.. Life beckons to those who reach out for life's hand and take that tumble down the rock path. to those who i have forsaken to those who i have forgotten.. I try not to forget.. I try to forget that I have forgotten.. I move on in a way that does not allow me to move on. I miss my life.. my comfy couch my alter ego of self depriciating vowels and constansts strewn together to form a bond of meaningless drivel. That is all I spew non-stop.. Meaningless drivel.. On so my friends or friend or aquaintance.. I move on and I pause to reflect the words I was told many years ago.. Hash Browns
Black Hat out!
