To be profoundly moved, yet remain unswayed. The topsy-turvy of living. Long days, hard work. Endless challenges, where would life even begin, where would living life begin, if not in the very middle of reality? This is realty...tincture of life! Rules, Rules, Rules. The mentality, no the mentalization, no the economization and socialization. The evolution, creativity of the trade of slavery. Ridiculous, racist, opinionated crack judgments, prejudices, Civil disobediences, rebellions, surrenders, irritation, and the like of all humans in our lostness... Defended, angry conniving, resilient, stupid, lazzy, strivings at surviving Kickings, screamings, creaming the next fellow, dying.... Gore slime muck filth. Floods of feelings. Dashing cowardice, addictive compulsions, Demeaning-moralistic triumphs. Nothing. nothing. Nothing is stable. Illusions of wonder Bowing Cowering Licking the butt-holes of passing strangers...demons...dogs...and all. Groveling wors
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places