All tentative babies are predisposed to fly guilty on the shabby wings of parents. the cotton tv mouth is receptive to no organism faintly interested in urging the usage of baby receptors to their ion. its been a rough draft and then a harsh week. i have found all reason to believe that when the success current of a family lodges itself in maturity, urinary dispense of chemical waste load begins to upset the formulations of toxins and genetic code. its been the harshest program of configuring the sense into the sense world. all of these shamans are dancing while i’m breathing. living on a thin layer of obsession without compulsion.
Perhaps commercial offshoots of this 21st century life are corresponding with the past in minimalist ways i don’t know yet. The organism from the antennae sinks in and doubles the right passage to the operation. Beyond the past, living biology cannot estimate life except for its uni-lateral art-fare which is a catacomb of rehearsal space and kindled fingers in a cereal box waiting to be left dead. This notion that we will impregnate the undesirable by fitting our shoelaces into the sockets (as if to destroy the self confidence of the perpetrator) is a bullshit scenario taken from a horse’s tiff. While self confidence and approval have always been relevant, the toxic feeders of destruction in the network of tv life have always put material before the one chosen and only path there is- Love.
Perhaps the seriousness of an immaculate drowning pool has not yet chosen the loved ones to be fired into the love fest of evermore. The resonance of immortalized slogans and catch phrases pounded into cerebral oxymoronic morale of a conscience is decidedly to fill the nuance of selfish linguistics. So, will the wind carry this way or will it go limp?