Healthcare & Warfare

They are a pair, like husband and wife, an allegory made ironic by it's accuracy and lack of funding. Its an unexploited argument in soundbite time; media cannot repress. Imagination is revolution Lennon taught us that. Lydon gave us anger Strummer epitomized self control.

So back to my refrain: Dark and Light, Love and Hate, Separation and Unity, the list go's on. Living on the edges~surender~enjoy. The love we all share, no matter how obscure'd are shared by a "critical mass" like pshye fission, it's our only choice: we either evole or we die, and of course it's allways the two.

Enough of us have all grown weary of the monatary junk, weary of our next desire, we shudder to even tru it. no matter where we run, the rest of the world is going straight to hell. We have brought it upon ourselves, The sins of our fathers, seven generations told: were still paying off the civil war. . .

If it's all karma, and we'll pay every second as we go. We come in with lot's of credit - or none of that's "how it goes". Not abstract or interesting when afluant dreamers wish to die in some winter dreams. I say dance your sister to the freedom, that has allways been here, we know it's only music that's playing in our ear.

Take a deap breath ad breathe into this pose. Every perspective is like a child, manipulating it's patents in to defending regardless of the cost. I imagine a mature recognition, that releases sahme and guilt - control. none of us is inocent, none are guilty if truth is honestly known. All that happens is a fragment of ourselves, the deeper we deny it, more the evil sold.

The dynamic of conflict is rooted in our souls, it aches in the morning as soon as we awake, as we age we feel it's cost in our bones.