Freedom

Go across all you can, see no reason to return from whence you came from- I will write words that fly higher than blue drunken nebulas of stars . I will fly higher than any other man with boots that concur with the flightless bird, agree with the knives in the kitchen, and stab the nameless chicken. Go all around your busy room ;bust out your laughing clout. Go all out I remind, for the breathing tank behind my fine corpse, follow rules which go along with locomotives of time; going all out for the sake of: slapping brownish dust across your heavy eyes, sparking skies over grey hair, and filling the air with nameless animals.

Continue to do as the words entail, follow them as a sheep does his shepard.. he may wear grey or torn rags that slide- do not seek its depth- openly in homely fields. As previously stated (go all out) in the graph above, do not limit the day to one corner (please!) I yell consciously with hell, she trembles like dust thrusted by quakes. Chase the cars, grab the rusted handle ; aged with hatred that sprouted ages ago. I will roll down the hill, and so will you, if you bothered to do as your were told.

The words of the books enlighten, words which have meaning.. O so many meanings... how come they can’t name themselves to me, when I meet them, they’re so powerful... when they walk they waver. Forgive me for my stupidity, I haven’t learned how to write compelling stories that will follow the shadows of my audience, forgive me if I break rules, I don’t want to violate your trust. I mean only to make an intricate writing without characters that you will soon forget. Onward! Let’s continue our diving, and soul search the intimate corner that I delve into everytime life swings Thor’s hammer at me.

It returns with the might of an angry woman, and the brows of an angered man. I hope.

When I lay my head against my tomb, I awake the divinity of the course of time and reality, reason with me as I would with you or your mother would. Lunatics splash razor sharp thoughts from across the streets, alleyways, and shops. So do I. Accept I am writing it out to be seen and not wondered about by a psychologist. If you remember the message of each paragraph then comment it, run and see seas.

Back on the Mountain top we will scream far away from any other person, we will remain not because the cold suits us, but because the nature of the Mountain top is endearing. We want screens which have lingering light well into the night that calms us with delightful sounds... Stress bruises our lungs worse than any thing that I can do toward myself... Anxious not only to love but to allow love to find its place within all of us... these characteristics may not suit you but suits someone and that’s what I hope. I know music sweetens life's moments... but they ring sadness through the epicenter of destruction; our hearts. Does that closed door need to remain locked? What haunts you may not haunt someone else, but it shouldn’t keep you locked. Run after that steaming locomotive that yells for adventure in the low plains. Go all out, when you fall into that stange malaise, conquer it. Go all out for the future that splits into many timelines, one for happiness and another saved by Dante.

Remember one thing more, and that is my fiery stupidity, do not allow it to grasp you. I only apologize because I know that I’m going nowhere with these graphs of intricacy, my intrinsic abilities are limited.

In short run freely, think freely, and listen freely.