Saturday, January 12, 2013

A Midwinter Day




Well another beautiful day, the sun shining bright as a light breeze blows hints of salts and bitter winter winds. No snow today... I'm not talking about Global Warming mind you, the logic is beyond approach now. Just more lines drawn in the sand, confusion and the blame game. The idea of being a warm water based planet, to then a Ice Age on a global scale happens, to the eventual defrost of such said ice seems too confusing with 100 year old studies and people remembering what it was like to be a child...




Seems they always blame the slaves and not the masters. The masters have only detonated more then 2000 nukes in our little atmosphere, while the slaves just make and buy the products. Buy and toss, cupboards full of gadgets ready for the scrap. You must buy the new package for a simple download, everything about the symbol. Corporation proud, walking advertisements. This blog brought to you by Prozac, or whatever flavor of pill they have described for the depression we are all in. You are not alone, we are all not alone. We are Beautiful.

One of my free write days. Music playing in my headphones,so I don't disrupt the neighbors. Doing some form of dancing or a walking seizure, I haven't figured that one out yet. Something only my little dog can see...


Of Coarse I am not done with my write, I must seek the tools for the mind, ones other then prescribed by drug pushing doctors... is that unity? A society full of doe eyed smiles, and souvenirs. Product placed tats for lasting effect. On the thought...


Such a lovely midwinter day. The echos of promised tomorrows reflecting off the ponds. 200 digital channels to out do them all. To blind them all. Such lovely bird songs. Edifying cool. Street credentials taught on youtube videos, gang signs the white girls lingo. Testifying the highest priced sighs, keeping the prices in line. Forgetting the world and pushing only loves point of view, generations of wakened slumber. Between you and me and the bees that seem to not be, its a harvest of corrupted minds. Feed for the lot. Sitting beside solid gold desks, pushing the newest fashions, the latest pop single bubble gum. 

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