a handful of postcards with a squibble and a trip to the post office to put on a stamp get along on their way little paper cranes to carry a care to another place that is not reason to hold me this has changed around here get the scales out and tell me if there is enough there just a little for this evening eating out and then heading to the park to enjoy the stars ni harm in any of that probably a good thing having more people out here this time of the day safety in numbers you know exactly what i am talking about no one aint gonna shoot one down in front of these eyes and ears to discount the killers prefer the quiet corners only the terrorists we have to worry about the ones that want to grow fear amongst us between ourselves so that we do not feel comfortable a-gathering together to have fun to be social to enjoy the lifestyle we have acquired for ourselves and value so highly peace and freedom i would not say that there is a direct proper or inverse relationship between the two multiple variations allowing for freedom and peace to co-exist and exist in the absence of the other one is not the fundament for the other despite how good it may sound in a byte broadcasting out over the wavelengths that penetrate the brain
oh i told you that i was running late which is supposed to make the running late itself all okay everything better now that you know it was late or was not going to run at all a last minute cancellation you can make other arrangement revert to a plan b or c or just go back to bed the day is of no importance whatsoever well no i dont think that makes it okay at all just being difficult now i have done everything within my power a polite gesture to inform
no need for an up to date real time app on the phone if the trains simply ran to schedule simply turn up to the station as expected the train arrives the bus arrives the tram arrives the truck arrives like it used to do once upon a time the new technologies are not building logistical efficiencies but building excuses for tardiness
nothing to be found in the fast food lane scrolling up and down swiping left and right the evidence for salvation is a guiding light but al i ever hear is the fear of a time when the sun dont shine and the wind dont blow all these raw materials come out of the ground and we dont like mines round our neighbourhoods so we shut them all down pay too little to foreign bureaucrats to have their slaves bury themselves alive for our desire for a piece of germanium and a tonne of titanium we could do the hard work now and improve the future or we could just fuck ourselves up our arses and have no future
we have to sing into a jar like to see you squeal owe me sixty bucks indeed and you want to give to me in tips ouch you realise i am obliged to share the contents of that jar with all my colleagues so you would not really be paying me back in full transferring the inner conscience awareness into transcendental meditation one with the moment lost in the present no occupied thought past nor future nothing but the perception of now the movement of the river of which i am a drop of water within relax simply lax no need for content creation no need for passing back over i is content filled to overflowing
were you really a whore
in a way
which way
in the classic doing what it takes to make a profit way
you had a job
i have always had a job ever since you came along
i made you a whore
no i did my whoring before you came along, you made me a teacher
not for profit?
not for profit
everything up for grabs nothing comes is easy change is the only constant but the change you talk of is different so anthropic as if this arrangement of flesh is not bound to all other arrangements of flesh that make the world as if we are the whole world itself we are of the world we are a part of the world as much as we can change that is all we need to change