RabiDdOgZz | Athletically Equipped
“In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, after sunset, and noon.”
Everyone claims that, “They don’t care.” Well you know what, I do care. We may not, but I most certainly do. In fact, we don’t care, we can have a party just the two of us. I will always care. How could I not? I am an emotional being. We should definitely party. Emotions are a natural aspect of living life in the bubble called “Earth”. This is the party. Welcome to existence. Nature will be the background, you have the whole sphere to roam, and if you need anything, well…figure it out on your own. You know why? Cuz we don’t care. I wish we cared. I care. How much though? Maybe a little? Maybe a lot? I’m not sure. It all sinks in a few days after the fact when you’re hanging out alone at 11:38 on a Tuesday night thinking about the universe and all it’s light. This is the episodic hamstring to the leg of life, that connects to the quad of reality, bearing the fruits we enjoy on a bi-weekly basis. The sun will come out. The moon will shine bright. You can’t control it. We don’t care.
I feel as if I am out of touch. I feel out of sync. This isn’t the path I chose. Did this path choose me? When did the decisions make themselves? When did it all happen? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? How will I be doing it. I am not confused. I am a man, seeking his journey in the world, spreading beauty with every touch. I am a nomadic prideful creature. I love you…
Clay Snowman kidnapped and detained in a plastic bag.
Could I please get a Surgical Technician on the floor! We need to lower the gauge temperature of the cyclomidial backflow to prevent unwanted splatters and spills. Someone grab me 40cc’s of the byproducts needed components. I’m gonna need a kelly clamp over here. Where is the anastesiologist? Nurse, grab the hypodermic needle, it looks like the veins are willing and ready. Can I get some liquids for the IV?! Where is the receptacle in this place. Leudocane please! SOMEONE GRAB THE UPPER RESPIRATORY MECHANISM. This is getting hectic!? Where are my Surgical Technicians? Damn, you all! Aaaarrrgggh!
Does anything ever appear to be what it was supposed to be anymore. “Caution: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear”. Oh, ok, now that I understand that, it all makes sense, if you want it to. Are you challenging my opinion…well now it is personal. Defense mechanisms pop up, realities rise to the surface, past experiences are recalled. It is almost impossible for one of primal nature to process and understand an alternate point of view. This libidinal process does not happen within us all. It is for the select few that have learned to master the world they know as their own. It comes from within. It is about having inner peace, concentration, aim, focus, and being yourself. Too many lost souls wander throughout the forest searching for a path. Don’t let others sway you into their reality, live your own. Create the creations you want to exist. Exist amongst the beauty you bask in. Treat others with respect. Love the world. You are human.
Spread that shiz like a pickle looking dill
Future For The Races —> Existential Spoken Word
Throw it down, count on it, send it around, pay the bill, then leave. Tip if you want to. My tip would be to tip. That’s just a tip from me to you. From the tip of my tongue, to the tip of my toes, I wish you the best, find them nice hoes. This is a message. This is a test. This examination will explain the rest. You will find what you would like to see what you were looking for. If you agree to disagree to comply with the rules for now, I shall tie a shoelace down to a brick, and strike a frown. This will reinforce the clown, that sits upon the chair that’s brown. This is turn will create lust, sucking up the extra dust. Hope for the best as it shall prevail, if you look to hunt a whale. When you see what you said you saw, please don’t forget to bring the saw to saw down the tree. Life is sometimes difficult. Learn to rise above and create a balance reflective of your inner peace. Tranquility is a beautiful thing when used with caution tape at a crime scene. Rain drops often drop upon my toes and joyful glories sprout from the seeds planted by my foes. Adore all around you. Love people. We are perfectly imperfect. Second that notion. Bottle it up. Sell it in the store right next to cranberry walnut chicken salad at the deli. BOOM!
Timber and its purpose are purely examined on a sliding financial scale, replicating a natural course of events, thus concluding a frame in which the false reality of it all can be supported. Its strictly a way to organize propaganda, through the access of goods, via stability, construction, and renovation. Without the current paradigm, I don’t think that one would be able to truly enjoy eating Sushi, when deprived of ginger and wassabi. The little things are what makes a big difference. Living a simple life, with simple processes and complex manners is still simple. How would you like to look at it? Would you like it to be in audio/visual form? How about taking the form as your favorite board game you used to play when you were 12. This is how we do it. This is why we care. We are the people of the 21st century, question everything, why wouldn’t you dear? This may seem crazy. This may seem nuts. The truth of the matter is perception is subjective. Take a course for fun, rack up them electives. Extra curricular activities are great. Spread all the love, please cut out the HATE. I don’t disagree, but I just ain’t on board. Ill be in the back eating from the smorgasbord.
It always starts off with the phrase, “I knew that”. Well, guess what. We never said you didn’t. These are the facts, in order to know something, one must realize they do not know something. This is the part most people miss. To know something is a process, an art, a journey, and a learning experience. To gain the knowledge in a specific area, a niche more or less, it takes time, dedication, devotion, and detailed attention. One must constantly be learning, taking in new aspects, new styles, and new ways of interpreting/analyzing incoming information. Life is not easy. No one said it should be. I am just saying thing. If you think you know it all, you probably don’t. If you think you are omniscient, I would guess again. The only omniscience we have is ignorance. Long let it live and lie amongst the law.