The News
Do not ignore the news, it may catch up on you. Ten thousand miles could close in on you we are all related in mind emanations, all related by degrees of affliction, one day a god, the next a criminal in misfortune, non understanding in the chain of random chance. Intercommunication feeds a three sixty degree cycle what goes around comes around do not forget.
Short To Sleep
Short to sleep, fast to dream of reality. I’m not sure if I need the panic room, the need to wake, to regain control. To feel, to pinch your skin, to check your real. For another day done. This evaluation of mortality and our outer edge. So much doesn’t make sense, but with the panic comes inner love. There is no value on loved ones checking on them to make sure they are there.
Sea Pulse
Sea pulse with no beat timed in conscious, universe within. Without a teacher, it rushes in like a broad tongue of lashing mass, against a shores walls of useless defence. In time this will reach you and drag you back to the muffled sounds of creation deep of discordant cacophony drowning the drums of evil.
1984 Is Upon Us.
For all who cannot save the world today, maybe their kindness will do, if a property is the only thing that makes your mark, maybe that will not do. As the brick division continues to identify and divide, what you perceive as civilised so called society. Stop your fantasy I say, for if you cannot stand aside and away from your possessions and be human, then your life has been so very shallow, you may just be missing the best friends you never had, because of this. Put down your browser, let’s face it, Facebook is causing problems by the minute, at the end of the day this government does not want anyone to talk openly. They wish to study your behaviour and mould any future accordingly, people, you are being set up and George Orwell was the second coming 1984 us upon us.
