...so I am. pullin up the wild strawberries that've found their way into my great-grandparents flower garden. It'd been rainin for a while. When it finally quit and the sun was finally shinin I took a walk out to that old garden. Them strawberries 'ave been enjoyin their way with Margaret and Rogers' garden for a few years now while I've been takin the situation in. I'm slow but thorough, like a stout German cat, like that.
I like to work in the garden in the evenings and experience the sundown that way. My hands are all caked with dried mud, now, as I type. I was down in the Earth as the sky turned to dusk. I looked up and saw the moon, shinin so pure and bright. The deep sky so deep and subtle by its way. I love the lights of the sky. The flowers of the Earth.
The wonders of spring tease out my thoughts...I consider myself and my world...sometimes I think in rhythym, the rhythym of my thoughts. I think: That'd make a great post, but they all slip away, little thoughts and expressions, the death of the day and the resurrection. Aye! So it is...
For so long I've been an artist without knowing what my art is...now I know it's social aggitation.
Froderick, you're a punk.
I looked for $tr8 Inc. I wanted to know how far they'd go. I wanted to understand what I was up against; what was at the root of all their threats. I wanted to know who they really were. Now I know. Now I am not so blind. The pain I endured at the hands of $tr8 was the price I paid for the knowledge I gained.
$tr8 and all these other fascist programs only serve to radicalize kids like me. The America I was taught to believe in was nowhere for me when I needed her. Freedom and democracy are illusions to the brainwashed. No such thing actually exists. For the life 'a' me I can't understand how anyone who was in $tr8 could miss that.
Yeah, so...It's finally spring.
Anyway you know what I mean...
God is in you...Peace.
:skull: ::dove::
