I defame myself with regularity seeking the bed rock foundation of why I live and for what will I die? It follows that I discursively dismiss all earnestness in no hurry towards death though death is panting down my neck and the heat at times disconcerting. My history is boring to me since I know it well, the why, how, when and what for deconstructed and reassembled whole never just parts or, a part or two left out.
I am 'political' only in that I am interested in the use and abuse of power as force, extortion implying slavery. See the fine print on your auto loan! Or in all, or any, dealings with Bankers or their minions; do so at your peril for you will awake in chains, manacles minus toes. . . .Your wife, family, home, education of those children, also sold into slavery, and zero future.
My ground of creativity is you, your flesh and blood reality. Add whether or not you invoke all faculties: think, feel, sense, intuit judge only where and what you will do, by free will, anything. Yet what we as America, now a third world country, export or so intend is false liberty, a vote that has not in one hundred years or more accurately represented the Will of The People.
The voice of reason, compassion or wisdom is not mine exclusively. Neither by self-ordination, pontifical or pretense; or as a legend in my own mind.
Fuck me!
Find yourself, your own bed rock foundation; live, love, think, be all of it; not just your personally vested interest. My generation and the one closely following knew a different world than this hell we inhabit. Never perfect merely more personable possible and less by far crowded than now. I am neither a prophet, perfect or do this for profit of any kind. Yet do so merely because I love life and you are IT.
. . . in the squat tag sense.
If I at times more often than not use and abuse poetic licence molesting the art and craft of writing about which I know nearly nothing formal it is an attempt by conjecture to raise your consciousness and questions about everything . . . nothing including yourself should ever be taken at face value. My true sense in this regard is: we are born, we eat, procreate and die. All fluid estates momentary in time. There are no institutions or monuments that will survive the trial of infinity. . . .Be here now!
Emigrants one-and-all our job number one is to preserve and protect our nest, this home, this pretty blue only-one-ever-planet. Anything else by way of competitive goals and ideals is bull shit by compare.
Rhetoric telling you that you are merely 'just this or that' or 'we can lead you to security' is fallacious -- merely lies including mine since it is what you hear not what I say that matters to me. Don't talk. DO!
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