This One's For You Babe.

Your face is gleaming brighter tonight than it has in some time. I know the mundane and seemingly repetitive days wear down perception, but tonight baby, you shine through the fog and my doubts. Tonight I want to let go of the world babe, I want to dance across it all. Luna, that birthmark drives an appetite for your lips, as the glow that bestows us is too glorious for permanence, and I know the time to act is winding down.

You were always too elegant for glass slippers, you deserve the comfort of silk mosses beneath bare feet, and tonight it's yours, anything you cast your gaze on is yours babe, it's always been that way, even if I don't express it as often as I should.

I know you'll follow me to the end, and disappear every morning before I wake, but if days are for anything, they're for creating distance that only warms the nights when you tap on my window. Doll, can't you see? It's your world, all of it, just a show and a gesture, anything to get your attention, all of us actors in whatever play you want us to perform.

I try to wipe away your tears, but some days they wipe away villages and move Earth, nothing my reserved touch can do to stop the flow.

They're all looking at you baby, at your slender dress and your twinkling eye, but you're only looking at me, and I'm not going to let go of you or that smile, because I know this dance will last forever.

Our One So[u]l[e] Possession

In life the individual is only given one true guarantee, death. It is something we constantly wish to avoid, something we create laws and medicines to deter, and follow religions or readings to ease, but death is a true unknown we can never escape, it is an unopened gift which cannot be returned.

Though we are constantly reminded of our expiration, and quiver in fear of what is inevitable, we seldom as a people enjoy the freedom life offers by merely existing, and the endless possibilities our temporary playground offers. We waste our days building walls, bombs and prisons, defending a fragile existence at the sacrifice of lives of others, in massacres we do not witness, horrors we cannot imagine, and an unnatural battle, seemingly endless which guarantees us safety from an enemy undefined.

Americans constantly argue over the freedom of press, religion, speech or of arms, of wealth and medical treatment, of consumption. The numbers don't lie, people kill each other, guns kill people, cars kill people, wars kill people, police and unhealthy food, defunct cures and the act of procreation itself kills. Neighbors kill and so does the sun, and the water, and harsh winds, unstable bridges and cigarettes, alcohol, heaters, and dogs, and etc. and etc. We are told information is dangerous, that politicians are dangerous, that Muslims and Christians, Jews and spies are dangerous. We are always kept aware of the dangers of homelessness and malnutrition, of cold weather and colder hearts.

If we are not to be blown up by extremism, we will surely starve or be invaded, or oppressed or beheaded, disappeared or questioned, or poisoned by under cooked meats. If the world will not end in 2000 it will in 2012, and if not by then, surely it will end at some point, so prepare, warn those around, and be afraid, because in an end of the world scenario, the world will end.

Freedom is the right of an individual to exist, and experience the shortcomings and small glories life offers, to not just be alive, but to be a part of life, to learn and to witness, to question and explore, to do anything desired in a place nothing is owed, nothing is permanent, and nothing can be truly controlled except for the self by the self.

People tend to chain themselves, to fear freedom, to mock the oddities and curiosities of random events beyond comprehension to those contained. It is truly a bubble, a false bubble of protection, the thought of saving something which will not survive. The only rationale in life is to be irrational, to be random, to follow desires and beliefs, groomed through individual successes and failures, tears and joy, because all of it will some day be gone, because everything we strive so hard to obtain and hold, can never be secured.

Land exists thousands of years beyond it's multiple "rightful owners", homes and property can be seized or destroyed, but the individual follows itself, it will not be claimed and cannot by anyone or anything beside self, and though people and government, laws and social restraints make every attempt possible to keep this power from being understood or self-controlled, each passing moment is a chance for the mind to be free, to explore the world our best scholars and scientists can only pretend to comprehend or explain, and do so from our own perspective. Freedom is not a light word, it is not offered in halves or sections, because if it is restrained, than it is by definition not freedom. We are given the opportunity to be free every day of life, and still it is fleeting.

I understand what freedom is, (existing without external control) and I know both the bad and good things which can spring from freedom, I also see this theme constantly playing-out in life. I see there is both good and bad, there is both life and death, and there are both tears and smiles in life, and I have no doubt both will exist in a free world. I hope to reach the peace of mind that comes with a life unfiltered, where I can experience my existence while I'm breathing, and not cower from it's dangers as a spectator from the outside. Freedom will never be guaranteed or given by government or by other people, it can only be given to the individual from the individual, and while mankind tries it's best to curtail and restrain that God-given power, I see many things out of my control, but I do know one thing, I know what freedom is, and I will aspire to achieve it, even if only for a gasp, before my last breath dissipates.

Did You Read The Fucking Thing?!?!?

What glories would ring if all at once, every. single. fucking. Person. who made follies of the mouth, truly foul, ill-informed descriptions and definitions of words, could define themselves as mutes. The end of bastardizing language, and the beginning of God's pure tampon inserted deep into Earth, clogging the bleeding pit of ridiculosity that exists within the mind of a dullard. Tears of politically correct retards and fagots would fill the streets, as the circus of lawyers would abruptly pack their mobile homes and scurry from mob-beatings delayed by progressive mothers and the politically correct muzzles of justice. Oh no! It reads as arrogant and insensitive to generalize a mass of human as such!

Oh whoa is me, and whoa is the world. Yes, Mrs. Brown some people are morons, and yes, it could be their environments or upbringing to blame, but this does not change the importance of reminding morons how dull their wits and how many shits (none) are given about their attempts to decipher reality. With censorship of the idiot, reality itself would be a little more real, and for the sake of arguing existence is a good thing, it would make the world better.

Can you see it now? The day pundits and politicians opened their collagen lips and collaborative schemes to reality, or the correct use of words, would be the day skies would open and Jesus Christ himself would return to the world, slaughtering and saving the tongue all at once, choosing syllables over antonyms, leaving parenthesis behind to perish as meaning ascended. Oh! Just one day! Just one, when the phrase “shut up” was adhered to, and all the bitching and bickering and whining and hissing turned off with the right tightening of a hose's handle! It would be a stroll through the neighborhood without Bill or Martha telling you where to put the newspaper or the exclamation point! Can you imagine how this day would be? It's excites me to think what would or could happen without rules and the critics of writing and of cynics, an open discussion celebrated in the assumption of education!

Oh, glorious day we have found you! For there are no more fucks given about who is offended and who will need mended, because the faces of pussies, and cowards, and wimps, and those who want to just hear themselves speak...or argue, will be sown shut. Say what you want tomorrow, but for just one day, let every person say what they mean and mean what they say, for just one day, lets open the lines of human interaction and actually be able to handle it.

War would be taboo instead of being called nappy-headed hos, and television without commercials would discuss human rights more than race, people could speak of violent Muslims and not have their heads cut off by advanced sand monkeys, or indicted by advanced “civilized” pale monkeys, all of them, “hoo-hooing and caw-cawing” about insensitive remarks as they sentence another cracker Swede or Netherlander to a death sentence.

Every fucktard who complains about art, every person hired by a company to make bad things seem PR-friendly, every marketing whore bore deep within the bukkake of sales and every person who uses a word to misinterpret things purposefully can just shut. the. fuck. up.

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