Monday, October 13, 2008

gettin' political

Sometimes keeping myself to measured, rational thoughts makes me feel like I'm ripe to explode.  
I see the connections, I see everything the the past few centuries that influenced America to its current manifestation, a festering infestation, sequestered idiot nation.  It's just that I can't do anything about it; I can't make them understand me.
Let's rewind to survival, let's let the thinkers think and the knowers know by candlelight when the muskets are sleeping silent, let's all of us have been born big men with big cocks and bigger swords and let's make our soft silent ladies from flesh that forgot how to feel and let's make it remember, slick like dolphin and stretched by gravity, hard bones, soft skin, where did our tails go, flexible, we forgot how to balance.
I'm sorry about this, really, sometimes I got to say things got to get em out