so~so-ciety

Is it pious to not want recycled garbage, not the goods, but the garbage making more garbage

Let somethings have no new life but sweet sweet death

An itch that’s been scratched to death

Leaving my skin cracked, broken, irritated, oozing, red

What once felt good is now to my detriment, surveying alternative prudence

Have you digested what you gesticulate?

Or, do you dance as the fool?

I don’t want my life to be sponsored my clever marketing

Cleverness a cunt laden with diseases

A mask thwarted

Allow it to slip past your desires

A brunch laced with sleek fonts, mediocre food, underpaid labor

Don’t lust over another mans greed

for you’ll paint yourself a shade of green, when you could radiate the rainbow

Import: to receive, importance- receiving your higher self that has gone somewhere in a vibratory state

Approval/recognition exported by others, whom you claim to be one with, yet separate because once again as you emerge you taste the tar of men

Likeness met with likeness

Judgment upon others is judgment upon self, for we all stand in relation from what we speak to and of

Don’t pick a rose prematurely, best to let her stay in her roots and let her bloom naturally from her origin than to create a mosaic of potential

Dying gracefully, not in performance for others, though the drama is appealing

Only listening to others is the best way to make nothing of your life

If called to servitude be in service, what heart beats louder than the next?

Woe to the man who manipulates- evading trust, self reliance

The more you move in a roaring wave the liklier your demise

Best to breath and let yourself float

There should be no sound in word or thought, only sound in the crashing of a wave and the whistling of the wind