thenakedblurr
I captured you. I kept you close to me. Took you for granted. Trapped you in this cruel cage next to me. Watched mercilessly as you thrashed to be free; I was so oblivious to your pain, to your anguish, to your loneliness. Your pleas I did not listen. Your prayers I ignored. Your wounds I gave. It's clear I must let you go.
Now that you mention it, it's been awhile since I've taken the time to collect my thoughts, purified them, concentrated, precipitated, evaporate the mess, and crystallize the truth, the beautiful, the meaning, the ordered,the purposeful.
the sounds of cards slipping past each other. bunny slippers and socks slidding across the wooden floor at night. the dance we sweated into the wild night.
I was talking about my roommate today about software patents. He argues that they should be totally rid of. The idea is that they patent ideas of programs before they even are implemented. So old big software companies that managed to get a bunch of patents of ideas of programs they have yet to even implement and code, are allowed to sue those who've worked hard to implement said idea. Its pretty ridiculous. If the people that said software patents protect say to get rid of these patents, then there's obviously a HUGE problem.
Ive been taking a history class focused on the radical liberals of the 1960 and 1970s. I empathize with them. Frustrated with the slow results of the nonviolent method they resorted to violence and confrontational means to get their needs across. The question shouldnt be so much directed at the destructive nature of these groups. They shouldn't be alienated and isolated and labeled destructive and needed to be rid of (Cointelpro saw to that) the question history should really ask is WHY? Why are these radical movements happening?
how do i relate? the middle ground crumbles between. we skip, jump, leap to find an even footing to share. mute voices fill the chit chatter. time ticks, the moment slips, the connection lost.
a giant distorted face. giant fat lips. teeth twisted into some sick smile. vision blurs. no air. panic. retreat to my underwater castle.
Innocent lives lost to the roar of of the military industrial complex. Let rain the tears the bomb that tear craters in the hearts of men.
a thread of spool coiled round and round. weaving sewing spinned and knitted. tangled and knotted an end tied to one, the other to another bring two together, tied as one
Surfing the wave. A sharp cut to the left. Feel the thrill. Feel the free fall. Wind slicked hair. Crushed under the waves.
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