have been possible of while young?... what happened to that strapping young lad, huh?... what if the reason plastic and oil are hand-in-hand Here is that, and this is a rather strange theory I admit, it sucks the real potentially beneficial energies straight out of the earth from the mouths of babes and into our next days garbage bags filled with shit and staining the ground forever... takes the positive and creative unknown and solidifies it into plastic materialistic bullshit so utterly useless in the long run.... we have been tricked for awhile now... now the oil is almost nil, and few ways left to re-think about it realistically... it still seems to require by-products of something to exist... perhaps hastening the ending without regard for any survivors... the ringing syndrome flows through the hollow between my ears, and makes me wish i was just a particle again, some side of me in there somewhere... i do not cast aside ideas too easily, i do not think it gives the concepts true justice amidst the evolution of other gems in the lava, but that doesn't stop the charcoal from reaching the diamond level... sorry, metaphor happens to be a hobby Here, and i feel myself float away down Here when the mood strikes...
Thanks, khet.
