the people here dont walk.
they sit in big machines.
and talk to little machines.
and almost every one has parents.
manerica, annishalty.
the people here like sitting
they like to hear other people say the things
that they wish they could say.
we like to have.

albeit

the most common lifestyle on this earth is not any such upper middle class. it is not poverty, albeit that is greatly vast. it is not romantic bohemia, it is not wealth nor venture nor disease, famine, communism, nor any other form of government or lack there of. the most common lifestyle in the world is oblivion. oblivion the great, the heavy, underlying overlying, cloud. the subscript of all opinion, statement and idea.
anyone that knows anything also doesn't know something else. that could be of equal, greater, or lesser significance.
this planet is so flawed, so wounded, and the fact that we've become comfortable with that truth just digs the knife in deeper. if you are completely okay with the way the World is, right this second-
there is something wrong with you.

i see now how guilty i am of this selfishness, blindness, and great oblivion to the way my brothers and sisters are living.
There are human beings existing in chains, they are being in bondage, living-if you can call it that- under so much constraint so much restriction for reasons that are not even their fault. know that, be aware. here on Earth there are endless things to learn and realise. We are constantly being provided with new situations to be concerned about, or things to donate and support. it's overwhelming, i know.
a friend recently told me that getting outside of ourselves, simply stepping out of our own way and routine in order to help or care for someone else is where life truly beings. We can find the truth within ourselves, but it is our duty to share it with others outside of ourselves.



'the people who are crazy enough to change the world are the ones that usually do'

the not king

"anarchy!" the king said, "in the UK. It's by the sex pistols. you should really check it out." "hohum, -yes sire" the congregation mumbled & they all sat criss-cross and somesaulted out of the castle. the sun shone through the grand foyer window and awakened in the king a familiar sense of hope. he imagined the sun stepping down from it's high seat in the sky and knocking softly at the castledoor. the king would open the door to reveal a light and a beauty so overwhelming that his crown, alas would be knocked off his tousled brown hair & fall to the ground with a great CLINK. without his crown, the king would simply be a man.
this comely position, so often regarded as insignificant had for years been the kings deepest desire. Not that the crowns golden splendor was unpleasing, nor its grip upon the skull too constraining. The crown was beautiful. And much, if not all, of the kingdom would give their left side to place it upon their own head. But to the king, the crown meant obligation. it meant a bedtime, and thick stiff, out coats. It meant cold tasting warm food and sharp shallow not friendships. The the king, the crown was a small death. and each time he wore it, that small death would travel from the crowns golden inards down into the kings messy hair, the death would then burrow deep down into the kings thoughts. From there into the back holding strings of his eyeballs. it would continue making its way through the kings strong neck, fancifully clad chest, and finally lay rest in his heart. Once the small death landed is his heart, King would once again be reminded how truly, how deeply, how greatly, he did not, at all, want- to be the king.

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sometimes mornings are worse than the rest of the day, like when you see someone for the first time and you dont think youre going to like them very much. then you learn who they are and then you like them way more than you thought you would. it seems like everyday i learn something, which is how it should be i suppose. That one quote from garden state like how family is a group of people that all miss the same imaginary place. i like that a lot. And i like the dictionary a lot. family is like..the people youre with whenyou feel like youre at home. those rare moments where you breathe and everything feels really still for a minute and you just realise that wherever you are is exactly where you belong. its really hard to find things that are exactly. and always. but they exist.
i am sure that they do.

may flower

selfish is the sea
mocking those who are not free
raging at the wind
when the two are such close friends
"i must stay, so you must too!!'
the wind hears from the sea of blue,
"please," wind whispered, "let me go"
"no" said sea from down below.
the wind could never stay so still,
unlike the sea who always will.
the sea had alwayse been so small,
while the wind continued growing tall,
selfish is the sea
who keeps the wind away.
selfish is the one who tells the wind that it must stay
selfish is the wind for always taking chance
selfish is the sea
for holding wind against the dance.

elvis stein

-so I watched the leaves fall all of the way to the ground, and i knew that that was what love is to die so that it could be found- 'if she gets much prettier we might just have to kill her'
Im finding that whatever there is to be thankful for, each ful is pure evidence of the abundant manner in which God expresses his love for his creation.
Black coffee goes tremendously with orwell.

'life is alwase my favorite colour"

tonight at olive garden our table was in dire need of a King and danforth humbly took up the position. an eclectic mix of people, could maybe be called the outcasts almost. We don't really fit in with others, and we don't really fit in with each other. There fore we all have something in common, birds of a feather you could say, simply though a dozen different birds. I told bobby that 2 years and one day ago we became friends and he said, this, he said, you know That's why you're going to be a good writer. Because you remember things like that. then my insides melted a little and love overflowed into a smile. It was my birthday at olive garden but luke skywalker seemed to be onto the charade so no singing was exhibited.
Alicia daniel and I went into the bathroom to put water in his hair because that helps headaches? and i saw us in the mirror and thought when I woke up this morningi had no idea that 12 hours later I'd be in the ryker bathroom painting water onto daniels hair with alicia with beauty in the beast playing in the next room and a handful of hooligans hollering happily. And I also never thought in that same bathroom the three of us would have a one night sit, speaking words of unhindered truth and listening with six ears of the winter. listening abundantly. Good talks, good hearts growing.
On our way to shades bobby and I saw a hitchhiker dancing in the road so i picked her up and her name was melissa and she had a prayer book. Not exactly sure how she wandered so far or what predicament seemed to so deeply frazzle her. But bobby and I were talking about jesus and she said she liked our conversation and then at66th some peculiar institution of sorts seemed to desire her company, her departure leaving the two of us rather curious and moderately skeptical. Oh well melissa. First hitchhiker.
At shades I begged loyal to come to thanksgiving with me tomorrow but he said he didn't want to be awkward to which I reminded him that no matter where he goes when why how and with whom, it would be awkward. Because that's simply his method of existence. He laughed and we compromised.
Bobby and i drove home and as i was leaving his home, car accidentally fell into a little ditch and stuck for close to an hour. Beautiful way to begin thanksgiving, and a thursday. The bobbys marched outdoors one by one, into the star ceilinged sleep walking planet earth to assist. Extraordinary people. Five of us, 1 in the morning thanksgiving 2011, thankful. In the circumstance, not necesarily for but absolutely in. Because for one moment there was no going anywhere, no leaving, it was there stuck still, and there was nothing left to do but look up into the glory and know that life Is bigger than this and this is a good thing, broken axel burning rubber, this is a good thing because at least I HAVE a car to fall into a ditch in. At least we HAVE a morning to be awoke up too early on. we have voices to complain with, we have voices to rejoice with, choose what to do with yours. The soul of the chosen, sing like we used to dance like we want to.
There is so much to be thankful for and herre in this second i am most thankful for this whole peculiar life thing. Life and the way its so uncomfortable sometimes and other times the way its unusually smooth. nothing like it truly.

look around with intention, let your dream life be this moment