Thoughts look into the future...and these eyes have become heavy with sadness, because I see no one left to speak out for the kids. Who gives a damn about titanium rims and a jumpshot...Rap albums about a fantasy? Wrong message!!! We all should be exemplifying education, not how to pick up a pistol or push a pack, or take something from another person. Love does seem oxymoronic these days, because the feeling doesn't suit it's actions...Love is the act of living and life is but a breath, yet to be aware is to truly be alive... Materialism is our downfall like cryptonite is to superman, but if he dies in a comic book the writer can easily replace him by rewriting another issue. For us on the other hand there is no coming back... Please no, it's not time yet, please God!!! Aaah, Disgraced in self-reflections face stuck in the expression of exhaustion all because we cannot escape the authenticity of an always truthful mirror. Puzzled by the lingering shadow of demanding expectations, pressure's building and the hearts have become congested as if we've been ciphering syrup. Dedication is lacking to establish perfection instead of error, as habits run like faucet water unpurified and rustic...It's time to grab the phallic by it's head and adjust it to respond accordingly and not the other way around, because if the mind is not home how can one be entrusted to conduct the rulership of any foundation or houshold??? Walking around like half-ape and not just really half-baked, confused over being irate over the murder rates, now isn't that a sad state? Especially when we're suppose to be the figure heads and not some experiment throughout these vast tech's that got tails shaking to the whistle like a lab test. Aarf-Aarf... Agitated nuts flexing, expand and contract while holding on tight, yeah... I'm all masculine. If you believe that'll be enough, chalk it up to an asterisk and pour out some liquor as a tribute to the "real". How's that for a vigil?! We would've been better off standing atop their graves and pissing on it's R.I.P.!! Same difference...Effect the world and if it must be made "squarish", it's the right centerpiece to nourish a brand new era. So, are we keepers of each other and leaders of the children? I would like to believe it's possible...Sacrificing the time and efforts to dig deep against the landmines of the mirage and it's experiments behind these trap doors... To conclude...There are bodies standing in the way of progress. There are good hearted men, and there are great men of example. Who do you want to become??? I hope you're not mad at me, but take this as a challenge because we all need to be pushed in the right direction.
**The following is a picture drawn by Timmy Morgan that he requested to be posted with this entry**
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