Tags: humanifesto | ramblings | relationships

In this way we will return to the ways of the wildebeest...

A resource is a resource, and our ancestors only spared them, for their lives were shorter than it was capable of dreaming of. In no way can you see this earth through these buildings, these structures that cloud what little memories we have left. Even the children lose their beauty far too quickly.

Alas, only the bearded man knows freedom, except when there's a fire in his cathedral. She is awake only because sleep is impossible, because the past is prismatically colorless, and dreams also colorless are like the water she can't bring herself to drink. It tastes boring!

Each of us asks to be left alone, left to our own devices, our own improvement, and they speak through the eyes, they say "you'll see, you'll see." You sir are a living example of the lengths the Earth will go to bring atrocity upon us.

Save the bloody Earth, the Earth doesn't care.

Helmets look bad, and should be avoided as a fashion accessory at all costs. The world is a ball, but who invited the impressionists. While they are simply exhausting now, that last batch definitely left us shaking our heads. A stranger stopped me on the street the other day, and said in indecipherable Polish, that I should remember to sing, "the vibration of the brain allows it to rest easier in the skull". Who wrapped this present anyway?

Did you ever feel like you were a gift, that had somehow missed being labelled? How many hands are grabbing, caressing, flexing like sea urchin, pinching, snapping in your thoughts right now? Hands that are wanting, directly or indirectly, always wanting. Searching for a love that only hints at permanence.

No, I don't want a glass of water! I never want a glass of water again. It tastes funny. "Funny ha ha or funny weird?"

Forget it, me thinks, "If you gotta ask, then you'll never know."

But in a strange environment it always pays to act like you know, at least until you start to believe it. And then when you've turned them into pets, give them free reign, so to speak. Achieve some sort of mastery. Then it pays to talk to no one. Never accept an unwanted silence, my pet, for I know it will be a better day for everyone, when it's a happier world for you.

Coming soon.