Those above us, only through politics, are not who we want. We want competence. We want the ability to be heard, seen, read, and talked about without the worry or fear or shelter of feeling as though our Country, this Great Land, is not seen as being as Spiritual and Holy a place as WE believe it to be; as we KNOW it to be. I fear for those who will grow, who will age in a world unknowing of the ever-sought peace, and that this aggressive institution, this, “terror of war,” will be their livelihood, just as our parents’ was the Cold War, Vietnam, and just as the Great Wars were their parents’, and their parents’ was the Civil. Can we know peace, can we not know war? What is given through this war that we are not striving, through peace, toward? Knowledge knows only limitations, and Life knows of no boundaries. What are we to say that we are both allowing for and knowing/aware of what is being done in Our name, America, United of States?
i am a terarist. i am a n/o/et. i believe we have
come too far in history
to be anything other than
allowing for the
alternations of other nations, the
availability of respectability.
we are who we are
because we’ve come here,
we’ve lasted as long as we have;
and what are we if fighting for
nothing; more than peace, we need
brotherhood, sisterhood, a
i would enjoy being the clean-up guy for all of those secret agencies, gov’t or not, who always seem to walk away from a bloody or major disaster-like mess during the end to a movie. i’d be paid the big bucks to keep quiet (or threatened with death, which is fine, because i’m secretive), i’d probably have access to such cool things as inter-dimensional transportation, or that highly potent chronic. yeah. inter-dimensional chronic. right the-fuck on. the word is a series of grunts, of movements made, un/seen, allowing for the travel of one’s own being to those around, whether in single dartings or spread-like patterns.
Every single person who walks this Earth should watch Paul Mooney’s appearance at the Laugh Factory, entitled Know Your History: Jesus Is Black and So Was Cleopatra.
Mooney’s Grandmother (Mooney mentioning religion): A new broom may sweep a floor, but an old broom knows what dirt is.