the bus was a butt-fucker, seriously, scheduling around mass transit
when life leaves very little time for the living….it isn’t really worth
it for the paranoid and scared masses… where do all the joyriders go?… i
wish i could ever say that which really expresses the fullness of the
situation… every telling seems lacking with any depth, and the surface
is far too cryptic to make others understand what lies beneath, some
chemical machinery striking up a conversation with the stranger parts of
all of us somewhere… not wanting to stand unwary of the ensuing
fisticuffs as the audience goes from objective to subjective, the next
thing i know after the settling of loss and depression, the call is made
and the car is found… however, attached to this is the blissful
ignorance that things can just be as they were before the car was
stolen, but that is truly an accent on the folly of humanity… there is
no way to pass through this particular chapter of the devil’s gauntlet
unharmed in some way, but the idea is not to let the fear be the only
trigger, thinking decisively needs to be a priority when least expected…
in the tumult of daily experiences, there is the obvious alternation
between practical attentions and the imaginative/ creative essence as
the time passes one by, but there are very few ways to eliminate these
cycles before they cater to everyone else’s needs first… we move beyond
the immovable together… the ideas and concepts turn to stony
irretrievability as the decades turn into centuries, and we find our
dreams plucked from the hive mind as the innovators are born and
polished into the thoughtful beings destined to become… the inspiration
for greatness is similar to the lack thereof in that they require the
energy of countless numbers of generations to affix a probability into
place that makes a result within certainty… our ‘Merican government is
an example of what starts as the noblest of ideals for freedom, but over
hundreds of years the milk eventually spoiled and soured as more
individuals became indifferent to the struggles of others, now it is
fear and guilt to manipulate the straight-laced among us…
