hope fear war: and repetition the key to survival of the fittest while the rest will decay. hard-wired vision cuz right side is the wrong side of the road where spies watch with trained eyes and i get nervous - whistling extra casual with hands in my pockets. cuz i’m no tough guy - just another aborigine. an oblique strategist eating a dozen bananas per sec.
pride history roots to hold and remember the tangled mess of losses incurred for the sake of little ones with pink cheeks and runny noses and fat ones with promise of plug-hole satisfaction. aeons ago it was - a struggle between father whose wrath a thunderbolt and mother pregnant with the world. she told me to look around this stage: at the actors, the audience, watchdogs and critics - the Bovinity - chewing stale cud and drooling on smelly bibs. it’ll take longer than i thought.