Writings from November of 2007 to April of 2009, or maybe the middle of 2010. |
| 12-27-07 He's not a man, he's an animal- a two-legged vehicle- running on the high price of prosperity and fumbling all the while. An angel half the time, waiting for something more. Not a monster but maniacal. A two-legged vehicle. He's not a miracle, savior or such. Maybe he's barely a man obscured by commercials and overt commercialism. If you tell him no, he'll say he didn't know. He runs high and falls far, this two-legged vehicle. Neither rain nor snow; breach of land nor treason- not so much keeps him disinterested. When his love for life fails him, only then will he be kept down. If it's not how it was done back in the day, it'll never be the same. Get him to his safe place, this two-legged vehicle. |