Two little bulbs, wired mechanical cirsentry. Not still. Not dependent, just not.
Surrounded by all the other cells – that are Not.
And for once upon their cries to live and to live
have learned to forgive, and to remember, not learn.
Wired mechanical cir-cut FRIENDS
To take something living, any living them, then to nurture it with ‘oh how much this planet has to offer’. Will you get something better? And what can WE know of better but of the buff and buffer. Transcendence is to take the meat, remove the skin and have a fine cooked meal 00000000 prepared for whom – Its rude to return a meal back to the chef. To h-ate is to hunger, to ate REQUIRES A LOT //of what they got’ta’da-do; whom can eat? This world is the result of the ignorant feeding the blind, this c*r*e*a*t*I*v process began. And this is God? Does it deserve your essential attention? Does this little lamb not deserve your effective end, hasn’t its glory had its time. To be DONE with the blood of this earth and to know it – to walk through the atmosphere without care