Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Straps Follow


So say sin in the thin of things.

Some say sally forth when the rains fall easy.

I heard a man whisper his own name as incantation against the threat of death.

All this has happened before. And I'll tell you this again. Know that we are pillars of our own life, living as the base born and standing through tall to the top end, which is death.

Is that heavy? Shit, gravity's heavy bro.

I'm talking the fourth dimension. I'm talking concerns for you and yours. Yours being anything you lay hands on.

I'm talking to your ears as they've lived through generations of ancestors from single cell to the stars befell. I'm talking a change. Like we've read about, and more like those we haven't. I'm talking graduation from kindergarten. Painful as it is.

And that means what, you ask? Well, figure it out Holmes. Deduce where the fuck your life and the life of this here populace is going. And you'll know. You'll guess. Fuck, you'll even conjecture.

I'm talking the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. Might as well follow suit and have that martini and cigar as breakfast, for D-Day is a coming and you'll know when you're tripping when you see things you haven't seen. When things demand attention by seeing you. When things see.

Believe me, the last thing I want is to sound ,is, redundant. Heck, I confuse too many faces by twisting things they expect to hear from my mouth into things that bend just a little.

I guess I'm saying nothing. Yet (and we should all acknowledge this), it is the saying which is the penultimate expression of our species.

And with that, I bid you a good taco. See you soon, as we descend our accession.