The weekend came and went like a bolt of lightning in the depths of my memories. Blurred by the copious amounts of beers consumed on a birthday celebration worthy of the rains that are now washing away the top soil of this earth we all use and abuse. The wonder of the natural world summed up in a paragraph.
Do not apologize for your strength to stand against adversity. Something so cliché, so ordinary to stand on your own two feet now attacked by twigs that cannot even stand a small gust of wind. It is easy for twigs to become into a thick fibrous pole wielded into a weapon to attack a man.
There are always voices whispering in the wind. Dissenting, breaking down a stoic stance.
You give an inch, they take a mile. Like a disease the progressive decline of what people think are their 'right' to dictate what and how anyone should be. Reminiscent of all dystopian stories one encounters in a plethora of literature easily available to anyone in a comfortable society.
Boredom and complacency.
Well intentions always start out within the light until the devil gets into the act of being on high ground. The actors, actresses and any 'superstar' of today, who with their craft are there to shape how society is around them while at the same time forget they have sat and lived within the puddles of mud in Hollyweird.
Celebrated somethings.
With no skill in creating anything other than what is found as Something to pass into another thing. Like a quick hand off into a piece we can all say belongs somewhere, anywhere or everywhere. A T-shirt of something we can all want to have as a consolation on what society deems is not good enough when taken into a context we can all say was floating in everyone's heads.
Yes, this is dedicated to high horses of todays ever progressive world where anyone can say they are Something else, since we are all just make believe to begin with and words have power to kill with no action since sticks and stones are too 1980's.
We are at the crux of the matter here. I have come to a conclusion that something always ends up being nothing when you boil it down into its constituent parts. No man is an island. No woman is a end. There will always be hyenas shouting obscenities at monkeys drying their balls in the wind. An orangutan ha a big arse to shove your head into by any means necessary. We can all agree enough steps will amount to Something resembling a destination.
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