11:41 p.m. - 2008-04-08
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Can the trout ever really swim upstream, or is it all a shimmering time lapse downhill into the deepest sorrow of impending death.
The tongue slides over the cookie.
Glowing waters bubble with effervescent
tranquilizing blues that are
important to the fate of the universe,
one atom at a time
in chain molecule effect
that love begets love
and killing begets killing
and intelligence invokes intelligence
but the intelligence that they call it
when they use their minds in
the escape of greedy mass homicide
in coordinated strikes on foreign soil
in the name of freedom
begets intelligence of the same sort,
a malicious growing depression
that the world is getting on towards
wanting to rid itself of the violent
by becoming violent in smite to the
face of oneself.
The world.
You cannot say we are not one.
Because that is the lies of the morons
who can't see beyond the next toothpick
to clean out that insecurity in the back
so far that one can't quite get it,
unless one washes it out with love.
