Waking up, head is aching, pushing boundaries, don't know what I'm making. The oven is on high, blasting condensation into oblivion.
Sprinkles of light catch the eye, what dimension is this? 3rd, 4th, 5th, the numbers climb, all the while the hungry dine.
Food for the masses, not just the higher classes, spread the plants out, natural methods.
We have the ground, the soil, the sun, more than enough for everyone. Share in the bounty that is Mamma Earth, break into her soil and play in the spoils of a harvest gone right.
The natural growth cycle emerging out of the distorted commercialization of an industry gone to the dogs. profits and bank balances blinding the sight of what was once healthy grown food.
Some days it is hard to be in a vibrant, joyous mood, thinking about the wretched ways these lost souls play.
I digress, the day is won, the distortion is failing, transmuted, remade, the light is penetrating every heart, every vein. The death process is twitchy and slow, these distorted figures love to put on a show. Drama kings and queens, note the lower case, these people are not something to embrace.
Watch them piss and moan, shiver and drop, this old school world is now a known flop. Let it go, let it be, the new world beckons me.
