what the working men do in the summer.
well sunny boy tell me what you are going to be when you’re grown?
a member of the scareforce
you mean airforce, don’t you honey?
last week he said the wavy
oh did he?
endless inferno of cruelty sensationalism manifesting malevolency malfeasance greed misery defiling derisive divertive polarizing violating puke or be the meat sack with a dog named fear and a pony named panic who eats it.. save yourself, turn off the feed!
exhausted, having just gained my seat on the commuter train when my mind was literally summonsed, captured by the astonishing bag, hand woven of exquisite threads creating motional emotions patterns symbols quality so devotionally rare and extraordinarily imaginative that it held me lifted me to excursions emersions searching the knowledge of it’s origins ..
what was this? surely there was movement within the bag .. incomprehensible! watching intensely assuring myself that although distinctively impractical in thought the contents were certainly stirring as if aflutter transforming my world aloft to realms realities seldom visited to discover just what could be contained within the wondrous bag.
all at once realizing my train stop called, incredulous of the time passed, persuading myself to quickly disembark chancing a glance toward the owner of the bag my eye’s caught by the words on the t-shirt “uploading inside insight” bathed in a warm pure light….
“Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
depends on who’s driving.
mark of the beast
5th word culture
catching only the 5th word
wag the holocaust wag the nazi’s wag the dying babies wag the terror wag the death wag the chaos